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UNIT in the DOCTOR WHO 60th ANNIVERSARY SPECIALS
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88. “I’m better, now that you’re here.”, Chasemarsh
To call Victoria’s art her passion was, quite frankly, understating it. Not her photography, that was her profession, the path she’d been pushed onto by her controlling and overbearing parents. Not that she disliked being behind a camera, the routine of staging, lighting, posing, and finally taking the shot had become a form of therapy for her. Each shoot was a triumph against him, proving that she was free of his bullshit. But it was never what she yearned for in her heart.
No, that was her poetry. She lived and breathed for it, the urge to put stanzas to paper burned in her veins.
She’d started penning verse in middle school, words flowing from her pencils, pens, and keyboards like water through a stream. Her heart sang as the stanzas danced, thoughts and emotions spilling from her onto the page and making her feel whole. Then her parents had found out about it.
“Trite”, “clichéd”, and “overwrought” had been the words out of her parents lips, back in the days when she still saw them as people to aspire to and emulate. As they had crushed her spirits, she had crushed the poet in her, compacting that Victoria into a little box and shoving her down into the darkest recesses of her mind.
It had hurt, of course it had, killing the poet in her had been on the hardest things Victoria had done. As 13 rolled over into 14 she had lain crying on her bed, clutching her notebook to her chest as her parent’s derision echoed in her mind. ‘You’re not a kid anymore, quit being so childish’ they had demanded of her as her womanhood bloomed with all the subtle grace of a derailed freight train.
But try as she might, no matter how much she tried to bury that side of her, Victoria the poet never truly died. She came close, along with the rest of Victoria, but like her, she was stubbornly persistent.
And like the rest of her, Victoria the poet was concerned with one thing, and one thing only: the pursuit of excellence. She couldn’t just be okay, or good. No, she had to be the best. She had to pursue greatness with every fiber of her being. Poems were written and rewritten, edited and revised until they barely resembled the unguarded words that had tumbled out of Victoria’s mind.
Even now, more than a decade after their deaths, the barnacles of her parent’s voices clung to her mind, burring deep between the folds and savaging her neurons. Too emotional, too proziac, too plain.
Nothing was ever good enough.
It couldn’t be, it had to be perfect.
But it never was that either.
Her throat burned as she sat on the couch of their condo, tears rolling down her cheeks as her fingers rubbed through the thick, fluffy fur of their calico cat Charlotte-Marie. Normally the feline was enough to sooth her, but not after tonight.
It had taken years after everything that had unfolded for Victoria to dare let the poet in her peek her head out of hiding. And more gentle coaxing still to let herself put pen to page once more. She had finally let herself take the next step, and shared her verse publicly at a slam at a nearby cafe.
A cafe that she could never show her face at again. Not after that reception.
It was stupid, she knew that, but that didn’t make it hurt any less.
Her heart burned, her chest was tight as if she were in vice, her breathing came in short, ragged gasps, tattered and torn like the rest of her.
She was worthless. An untalented hack fraud who couldn’t even hold a candle to local teenagers and students at a Thursday night poetry slam. Totally unworthy of anyone’s attention, never mind friendship, or the love of—
The door to the condo clicked open, snapping Victoria out of her thoughts. Charlotte-Marie sprang to her feet, stretching out luxuriously with a loud mrrp before scampering off to the door.
Victoria stayed put. She was a wreck, what a waste of time it had all been, and now she was going to waist even more of—
“Victoria?” Asked Kate, the voice of her wife high and concerned, “Is everything alright?”
It had once been embarrassing how easily Kate’s voice could put her at ease, after everything she had done, but now it was more than welcome. The pressure in her chest eased, the burning in her heart settling as she heard Kate’s stocking covered feet padding over the tile. Her voice came as somewhere between a sigh and a sob. “No.”
“Oh dear, I’m so sorry,” Kate’s footfalls sped up as she made her way past the kitchen and into the living room with Victoria, “What happened?”
“It’s stupid,” Victoria shrugged as Kate’s arms reached over the sofa and and wrapped around her shoulders and chest, her soft lips finding Victoria’s neck, “Don’t worry about it.”
Kate’s neck and chest pressed into Victoria’s back, the pressure and the gentle vanilla of Kate’s body wash helping bring her back down to earth.“Well I’m already worrying, so you’ll just have to tell me.”
“I suck at poetry,” Victoria spat out, her body cringing, “Everyone had all these corrections and suggestions, but they were already things I’d changed or edited out. It made me feel so fucking stupid! I can’t even edit my poems properly for fuck’s sake.”
“Shhh,” Kate gently cooed in her ear, the warmth of her breath tickling over Victoria’s neck, “It’s okay, I’d probably feel the same way if someone suggested that about my drawings. It’s normal to feel that way when someone suggests you change something back. How are you feeling?”
Victoria shrugged, her hands moving up to rest on Kate’s arms, her thumbs rubbing over the soft skin of her forearms, “… Better, now that you’re here.”
“That so?” Kate giggled softly, her head moving forward.
Victoria’s head turned, her lips finding Kate’s for a brief, loving kiss. “Yeah.”
Kate returned her kiss with another of her own before releasing Victoria and walking around the couch to sit next to her. “So, was it all bad?”
“No,” Victoria was forced to confess as she raised her arm and allowed Kate to nestle into her side, “Max was there and she was really supportive, she told me she really liked the poem.”
“I had a feeling, she’s always so sweet,” Kate sighed as Victoria’s arm wrapped around her shoulders.
“And hey, at least I know that I’ll never be as bad a poet as Chloe.”
#Clearing out old prompts to try and get my head back into writing mode#Kate Marsh#Victoria Chase#ChaseMarsh#Poetry#Fanfiction#Prompt fill#life is strange
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Breate Pt.4 - (Yelena Belova X Reader) (Kate Bishop X Yelena Belova) (Platonic) (OT5)
A/N: MERRY CHRISTMAS EVE EVERYONE HERE IS THE CHAPTER I WAS GATEKEEPING. BABIES ARE HERE HEHE ENJOY. OT5 IS STILL HERE
Warning: Childbirth, Cussing, Fluff.
-14 weeks later-
It was family dinner night and two weeks until Christmas, “So um Y/N, Jess is coming right?” Kate looked at me hopeful. Yelena and I both looked at her and I raised an eyebrow, “Oh my god, YOU LIKE JESS?” Kate turned bright red. I laughed and Yelena looked at Kate, “Finally, Kate Bishop admits her feelings for Jess.” Yelena stated. KNOCK KNOCK. “PARTY IS HERREEE!!” Ali came in screaming with Caro following shortly behind carrying a pack of beer and a thing of orange juice for me. “Caro have I ever mentioned how much I absolutely love you?” I walked over to her, and kissed her cheek while grabbing the Orange Juice, I then hugged Ali. “Your drinking buddy is over there I’m sure getting shots ready.” I said laughing. Before I could shut the door I heard someone call out, “WAIT WE ARE HERE!” Jess came in running with Mel following behind her. I smiled and hugged them both. “How are you feeling? Your feet look swollen go sit.” Mel stated pushing me towards the kitchen table. I was huge and ready for these little assholes to get out of me. I was right Yelena was lining up shots, “Its baby month, I am celebrating before I have to be up all night every night for the next 18 years.” Yelena said loudly. Kate walked over to Jess and hugged her awkwardly, “Uh Hi Jess” Jess moved her hair behind her ear and looked down smiling. “Hi Kate.” I couldn’t watch the two interact or else I was going to tell Jess which I wanted too so bad. Caro, Ali, and Mel all came and sat at the table, tonight we ordered in Pizza because there was no way I was going to be cooking. We were all sitting around the table eating when suddenly I felt the urge to go to the bathroom. “Ow. Excuse me, I have to go to the bathroom.” Yelena helped me up and when I started walking to the bathroom I felt the rush of liquid down my legs, I could hear the group talking about small things. “Uh Guys!” I turned around walking back towards the kitchen, they all turned around to look at me. “My water just broke.” The group jumped up and into action. Ali and Caro started grabbing bags, Mel and Jess grabbed car seats, and Yelena came and held me up while Kate grabbed the keys. “ITS BABY TIME PEOPLE LETS GO!” Jess yelled out.
Driving to the hospital was the absolute worst, in our car was Me, Yelena, Kate, Jess, and Caro. “SON OF A BITCH CAN YOU DRIVE ANY FASTER KATE?” I screamed this pain was like no other pain I had felt. Yelena sat there kissing my forehead telling me everything was going to be okay, and Jess was in the front seat I looked up and her and Kate were holding hands, as cute as it was it could wait. “Caro give me your hand Now!!!” Caro grabbed my hand and Yelena asked, “HOW MUCH LONGER KATE BISHOP” Finally, I saw the entrance to the hospital. When we finally stopped the nurses ran out with a wheelchair, Yelena and the rest of the group had to get me checked in while the nurses brought me to the back.
“Are the babies, okay? Please tell me they are, okay?” I asked pleading with the nurse “They are healthy and fine; your wife and friends will be back here soon. You are only dilated 3cm you will be here for a while unless we decide to induce you.” I nodded. I was put into a room and patiently waited for my fiancé and the girls to get here. When they came in I was half asleep, “Детка?” I heard the Russian accent faintly. “Hm?” I looked over and Yelena was standing next to me rubbing my arm. “I love you” I smiled at her, “I love you too.”
-14 hours later-
“YELENA I SWEAR TO GOD I AM NEVER DOING THIS AGAIN!” I screamed at my fiancé who was standing there holding my hand. “FUCK ALL OF THIS IT HURTS” I kept screaming, the doctors walked in. “Are you ready to push?” I shook my head no “I Can’t I can’t it hurts.” I started crying, Yelena teared up and Caro walked to the other side of the bed and grabbed my hand. “We are all here we got you.” I nodded. The doctors got into position, Kate turned on the camera and Jess stood next to her while Mel and Ali stood next to both Caro and Yelena. “Start pushing whenever you can.” The doctor looked at me nodding
. I started pushing. I swear I was pushing for 5 hours before I heard crying that wasn’t me. “WE HAVE BOY NUMBER ONE!” Yelena almost passed out, I felt her grab onto the bed and Mel caught her. I was crying of joy now, he was so cute. “Time for boy number 2, couple more pushes you got this” I looked at all of my friends and Yelena. I pushed a few more times and then I heard more crying “WE HAVE BOY NUMBER 2” “BOTH VERY HEALTHY!” Yelena was crying at this point and the doctor put both boys on my chest. Everyone was crying at this point, the nurses came and took the boys to clean them up, while the doctor sowed me back together after I ripped.
-2 hours later-
I had fallen asleep I was exhausted and hurting. I felt a gentle nudge, I opened my eyes and Yelena was standing there with baby Luka. “He looks just like you, Leo is on his way back from the nursery.” I sat up in the bed and held him close. “He looks like us, baby..” Yelena leaned in and kissed me softly. “Where is everyone?” I looked around the room. “They are at the nursery waiting for Leo” I smiled and nodded “Here you hold him, I’m sure they will all want a turn.” I handed the small baby back to Yelena. She held him close and started singing ‘American Pie’ to him. I chuckled, “HES HEREEEEE” Ali exclaimed pushing in a clear bed with a small baby in a blue blanket in it and the rest of the girls followed in. “Hey, how ya feeling?” Caro asked me walking over to Yelena wanting to hold Luka. Ali picked up Leo and was holding him. “I feel alright, hungry and tired, but I’m good.” Jess looked at me and back at Kate, “We will go get you food, anyone else hungry?” Everyone said their order and the pair left.
“What is all of that about?” Mel asked, and the rest of us busted out laughing. “They are totally in love with each other.” Mel nodded, “Good to know.” I watched my friends fall in love with the small bundles of joy I just pushed out after nine months in the womb. I looked at Yelena, “We made them, we did that.” She smiled, “Its so cool! I am getting new vest.” I couldn’t help but laugh at the Russian.
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'The Art of Conveyance and Round-Trippery' Liveblog!
Sorry this is a few days late!! I moved across the country this weekend, we drove like 13 hours within 2 days and we did a lot of heavy lifting. I'm exhausted, but the boxes are slowly emptying and I've been wanting to watch this episode so gd bad, so LESGO
Over halfway through the season!!!! That's absolutely surreal
1:11 oooh they're getting their royal fitting
1:22 LMAOO WTF 😂😂 Princess Diaries vibes
1:42 ✨CONFIDENCE✨
1:52 Alfonse is a perfect name for that guy HAHA
2:05 Nathaniel, my guy, you've made some points
2:11 "do you feel your power?" POWER RANGERS, GO
2:24 no no hesitation just prolly thinkin bout how he was caught cheatin
2:39 "can you not allow yourselves luxury?" okay fr I feel that I get Nice Things Guilt(tm) too easily
2:52 dayummmm let's talk about Sticky being a hat stall between Hufflepuff and Gryffindor, mans is brave as fuck under extreme pressure and loyal to the point of putting himself on the line
3:15 bro Sticky getting some recognition. Love to see it, he deserves it
3:19 "is that a coincidence? Or written in the stars?" IS DR. CURTAIN CATCHING ON THAT THEY KNEW EACH OTHER BEFORE OR LIKEEEE
3:49 WHAT WORD AROUND CAMPUS 😭😭😭 MY BOYS ARE NOT A MISTAKE HOW DARE YOU
4:09 why doess the action of Dr. Curtain putting the sash on them seem so nefarious
4:36 I dont really understand the whole pastel yellow, blue, and pink palette of the school but the boys both look pretty okay in their vest-sash getup
4:42 THE OPENINGGGGG. This shit slaps.
5:41 Kate and Constance look so fucking cute in that shot, dont ask me why but hnnggggg
5:54 sash rope 😂😭 kate, honey, that's a reach
6:09 it might feel buttery, but, my guy, it also looks buttery. It's literally the color of butter. Get yourself some crisco
6:24 I find it kinda interesting that they made up new riddles for the show, I'm almost positive that that one wasn't in the book. Correct me if I'm wrong though
7:03 "I'm not gonna apologize for knowing things" the sass. the ✨confidence✨. living for it
7:03 If they build on that it sets Sticky up really nicely for the arc in the second book where he starts to show off a little
7:15 tiny Constance who is constantly dressed in pink with cute little braids is the perfect medium for the most morbid comments 😂😂
7:55 Martina's hot in her uniform. Can't prove me wrong.
8:15 why does that make me sad 🥺 eat with your friendssss. iirc they only talked about eating at the Messenger table in the books
8:26 dipshits forgot their lunches. Seems Constance is holding the communal braincell atm
8:50 anyone have Guiness on speed dial? Reynie and Sticky have a submission for them
9:25 oh hello this was alluded to in the preview!!! Morse code is compromised, rip
10:05 so are Jackson and Jillson stuck with night guard duty all the time?? They've been outside at night a lot
10:18 ahhhhhh the little blinkie light, stopppp
10:25 MILLIGANNNNN!!!
10:25 so is this the point where he starts staying on the island with them????
10:39 so are they just like "fuck it we'll do it right before sundown" ???? Like Jackson and Jillson are still gonna be on the lookout, they aren't gonna chill just because it's not fully dark
10:50 did the kids.....just not tell them that Mr. Bloom was on the island 😂 nice oversight guys
11:05 MADGE TIME MADGE TIME
11:05 remind me to tell you guys a story about Madge, I may or may not have done something irl a few years ago that would make y'all proud 😂😂😂
11:16 idk why but it makes me so happy that they kept Madge as a peregrine falcon
11:37 Rhonda, my love, you have my heart in your hands
11:46 roll credits
12:05 THE HEAD SHAKE HAHAHAH
12:06 Awww man, I was so excited for Milligan to be on the island .-. He must have been scoping out the inlet
12:07 "they're quite regal" A. I read the subtitles as "legal" the first time and that's somehow really in character for him, and B. IS MILLIGAN GOING TO NAME HER???!? HER MAJESTY???? PLEASE I WOULD LOVE THAT SO MUCH
12:15 his grimace KILLS ME
12:17 the hard cut from Nicholas in a brown setting and brown suit to Nathaniel in a blue setting and blue suit was lowkey striking
12:36 are they looking up Morse code 😳 can you imagine if they wrote down the message and are now decoding it
12:41 omfg all that for a HAT 🙃 I feel stupid
12:51 two things: 1. Those walls are atrocious, and 2. Yeah, talk about Morse code in a louder voice Connie girl, you're just in a public hallway
13:03 I'm sorry but those orange pillar things are not the vibe
13:03 the golden gate bridge called, they want their arches back
13:10 please let Kate climb the tower before the end of season 1. please.
13:22 y'all are about to be flying something else 😎
13:33 cleansing breaths
13:47 OH HELLO MESSENGER DUTY ALREADY??
14:06 what the heck is that teal pole for 😭😭
14:12 blindfold timeeee
I'm so sorry but I'm exhausted, it's 11:30 pm on Sunday night right now, I'll finish this episode tomorrow morning after I get some sleepies
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Good morningggg lesgetatit
14:50 "vomit of metal" ashhdjdjd
15:16 a wild Martina appears!
15:36 and if you folks look to your left, you'll see a wild Constance being the voice of reason once again
15:57 "lose the bucket" "I'm not gonna do that" HELL YEAH KATE
16:07 I get not having the bucket on the court lolol, I thought Martina was telling Kate to lose the bucket in general. Like, yeah, good luck convincing her to so that
16:35 show!Kate is much angrier than book!Kate and I'm still deciding how I feel about that. The Kate we've known from the books is a sunshine baby with looots of repressed trauma.
17:03 ......what is that. why is that.
17:11 WAIT IS THAT SUPPOSED TO BE REYNIE AHEHDJDJD
17:15 HI MADGE
17:41 the grand swell in the music makes me think it's going to go comically wrong
17:51 she's majestic because she's a queen 🥺
18:03 LMAO CALLED IT
18:14 Rhonda and Number Two getting at each other is such a sisterly thing to do 😂😂😂
18:37 ohhhhh? Someone's approaching? Miss Perumal perhaps????
18:45 YEAHHHHH BABY
18:50 PROTECTIVE MOM COMIN IN HOT!!!
19:22 THEYRE SO PRECIOUS 😭😭😭😭 I feel like I've been subconsciously starved for her and Mr. Benedict's interactions
19:36 died at that line in the one trailer
20:00 so Miss Perumal pulled a Sherlock Holmes. Love that for her
20:20 Cheri Tupintown??? Of all the aliases they could pick, Cheri Tupintown???
20:33 "Power in Truth Inc" that HAS to be something Rhonda came up with
21:01 you can literally watch Mr. Benedict realize that this is a woman not to be fucked with and he is CORRECT
21:23 "he's fine. Perfectly fine." At this, Mr. Benedict's pants caught aflame.
21:52 something about Constance sitting in on practice!!! It scratches an itch!!!!
22:19 "incorporate the helix. Live in the helix." Lord Helix is pleased with this offering.
22:26 so what I'm hearing is Kate is going to blow up on Constance for messing with the bucket
23:13 unrelated but Jillson'a shoes are cute
23:29 why does this room give off Johnny Depp's willy wonka vibes
24:13 that looks like a chair from a doctor's office waiting room 😭
25:29 they do be egg heads tho
26:02 baby girl, I have no idea why you're crying at weird art but let me dry your tears 🥺🥺
26:50 SHE FOUND ITTTT
27:27 okay Indiana Jones, go off
27:46 why did that kinda sound like Miss Perumal
28:43 the return of everyone's favorite, "enjoyable"
29:05 not that I'm not loving the ice breaker questions and the one-sided conversation, but I'm not loving it
29:22 oh so we're getting right into it aren't we
29:54 his eyes being open again makes this infinitely creepier
30:36 "where's your proof?" Miss Perumal doesnt fuck around!!!
31:29 you're telling me Constance has been there all day?? And Kate went to find her???? 🥺
31:58 oh so we're getting right to it then?? Kate addressing her independence and trust issues arc????
33:29 NEWS!!!!
33:49 CONSTANCE RIDING PIGGYBACK!!!!!!
34:04 okay, so they opened the murder hole, what are they gonna do now
34:59 Italian? 🤨 m'sir that is so fancy
34:59 fun story I learned Italian diction in college, so I know a little bit
35:16 "take your time" the whisperer says, immediately repeating the prompt to get the answer sooner
35:31 theeeeere it is
35:46 SOMETHING ABOUT THE WHISPERER SAYING "YOU ARE HOME" 😭😭😭 the show really played up the cult shit!!
36:02 Kate being protective of Constance 🥺
36:20 ohhh shit is it time for Connie girl to have double Reynie? Double Sticky?
36:36 STICKY
36:52 "what kind of nonsense?" HAVE THEY NOT ASKED THAT BEFORE THIS?????
37:14 "and your tiny brain can somehow pick it up!!" KATE STOP 😂😂😂
37:16 "I knew you had to be special in some way." WE DONT HAVE TIME TO UNPACK ALL OF THAT
37:51 she's right, this is disregard for their safety. The show made Mr. Benedict and his team a lot more back-alley and dishonest, and Miss Perumal has every reason to be pissed
38:30 oh good they finally remembered he has narcolepsy
39:38 and the best mom award goes to:
40:38 I was gonna say that this hallway is how I imagined the KEEP in riddle of ages but then I remembered that (spoilers) the Institute is the KEEP
40:46 oh, hello propoganda
41:10 that's the other person Rhonda couldn't contact, along with Mr. Bloom. This has to be the brainsweeping process
41:22 yeppppp
41:44 this dark doctor's office theme gives me horror movie vibes
42:22 ohhhh, so that's how they replaced that scene where the four of them jump in a crate to hide and Sticky drops his glasses in the open
42:47 and so we've come to the part of the story where Sticky and Reynie become infinitely more conflicted
42:47 and since we've reached that point..... can we have the white knight scene? Pretty please? Please Disney I'm begging you-
43:12 so Reynie just figured that out without Constance? :/
44:03 love the manipulation
44:31 I'm sorry, the farm?
44:35 farm and forest????
45:16 "the Emergency has served its purpose" 😳 well okay then murder man
45:39 "one thought, one purpose" the hive mind rises once more
45:48 LOVE THE MANIPULATION
46:07 "what have you done to earn anyone's trust?" VALID
46:26 "please do!" WHY AM I EMOTIONAL
47:06 "we still have the falcon" that you do 😂
47:19 AYYY HERE WE GO!!! Time for Milligan to stay on the island??
47:49 ohhhh Constance, casual telepath strikes again
48:16 "stop it, Kate!" OOOOHHHHH
48:53 that line ("it would be nice to be unburdened") would be funny as shit if not for the fact that Constance is a telepath unbeknownst to herself and can both subconsciously perceive people's thoughts and hear the subliminal messages
49:20 HI MRS. PERUMAL!!!
49:25 wow, she's really going through with it 😳 not that I doubted her, but still, that's dedication
49:39 OH SHIT
50:17 oh, so he's an asshole to SQ too. Got it. Torches and pitchforks? Ready to kick his ass?
50:40 "for the moment, anyway" FUCKIN WHAT
This episode was really good!!! They covered a LOT. I hope Miss Perumal comes back to the group and talks about her findings, I hope Milligan goes to get the kids and they tell him no, and I hope they get that classic 4-person Society brainstorming and binding time that hits that sweet spot
#mbs disney+#mbs liveblog#the art of conveyance and round trippery#the mysterious benedict society#charity's talkies
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Us, May 3
You can buy a brand new copy of this issue without the mailing label for your very own at my eBay store: https://www.ebay.com/str/bradentonbooks
Cover: Pregnant Meghan Markle: My Baby, My Way
Page 2: Red Carpet -- rufflemania -- Hollywood style stars are tier-ing it up in this flattering design with feminine flair -- Tracee Ellis Ross, Kaitlyn Dever, Margot Robbie, Logan Browning, Nicola Coughlan
Page 3: Lizzo, Maude Apatow, Lucy Boynton, Jessica Alba, Lily Collins
Page 4: Who Wore It Best? Anya Taylor-Joy vs. Isla Fisher vs. Regina King in Stuart Weitzman Nudist sandal
Page 6: Loose Talk -- Shonda Rhimes on the intense backlash she received over Rege-Jean Page's exit from Bridgerton, Kelly Ripa on her most embarrassing interview, Luke Bryan on his mother LeClaire's Instagram fame, Blake Shelton on The Voice's new coach Ariana Grande, Reese Witherspoon joking about wearing bottoms that aren't sweatpants
Page 8: Contents
Page 10: A Final Farewell to Prince Philip, his four children Prince Charles and Princess Anne and Prince Andrew and Prince Edward were among the loved ones who participated in the emotional ceremony, feuding brothers Prince Harry and Prince William (and his wife Duchess Kate) put their differences aside after the intimate service, due to Covid-19 protocols the grieving Queen Elizabeth stayed socially distant from the other 29 people who attended the funeral for her husband of 73 years
Page 11: ACM Awards 2021 -- Maren Morris teamed up with her husband Ryan Hurd and won Female Artist of the Year, Thomas Rhett won Male Artist of the Year, Carrie Underwood took the stage
Page 12: Hot Pics -- Rosie Huntington-Whiteley wore an orange coat during a visit to NYC, John Stamos plays a coach on the TV show Big Shot, Zach Braff goofed around on the set of Cheaper by the Dozen in L.A.
Page 13: Eva Longoria on her trampoline while aboard a yacht in Miami, Howie Mandel arrived to the set of America's Got Talent dressed as a bug in Pasadena
Page 14: Jon Hamm and his rescue dog Splash strolled around the neighborhood in L.A., Heidi Klum in all white in Pasadena, Sara Gilbert and Linda Perry take a stroll in L.A.
Page 15: Eddie Cibrian and LeAnn Rimes held hands after dinner at Il Segreto in L.A., Patrick Dempsey shot a scene for his show Devils in Rome
Page 16: Rachel Brosnahan in a blue dress and carrying a clear umbrella on the set of The Marvelous Mrs. Maisel in NYC, Lin-Manuel Miranda at the opening of a vaccination center for Broadway workers in Times Square, Trisha Yearwood feeds one of her rescue pups
Page 18: Gen Z Has Spoken -- these celebs are making the young kids proud -- Baggy Jeans -- Hailey Bieber, Tracee Ellis Ross, Bella Hadid
Page 19: Middle Parts -- Busy Philipps, Lizzo, Jennifer Lopez, Kourtney Kardashian, baguette bags -- Dua Lipa, Elsa Hosk, Irina Shayk, Kendall Jenner
Page 20: Seeing Double -- stars bear a striking resemblance to their famous counterparts -- Elizabeth Banks and Chelsea Handler, Emmanuelle Chriqui and Nina Dobrev, Betty Gilpin and Jodie Comer
Page 21: Rob Lowe and Ian Somerhalder, Jaime Pressly and Margot Robbie, Isla Fisher and Amy Adams, Rupert Grint and Ed Sheeran, Kyle Richards and Kacey Musgraves
Page 22: Clueless Crew -- stars are totally buggin' over Cher Horowitz's style in yellow plaid -- Robin Roberts on Good Morning America, Katie Holmes was rollin' with her homie beau Emilio Vitolo Jr. in NYC, Vanessa Hudgens, Dianna Agron
Page 23: Gabrielle Union
Page 24: Stars They're Not Like Us -- Jay Leno took one of his vintage automobiles out for a spin in L.A., Chrissy Teigen and John Legend took a selfie with a fan while grocery shopping in Beverly Hills, Kylie Jenner has custom vending machines
Page 25: Carrie Underwood in her massive walk-in closet, Denzel Washington signs autographs for fans in NYC, Megan Thee Stallion on a private plane, Drake and his bodyguard in Beverly Hills
Page 26: Stars They're Just Like Us -- Sarah Jessica Parker catches a yellow cab after working at her shoe store in NYC, Brad Paisley picked up five pizzas to go in Montecito
Page 27: Kelly Osbourne handed out goods at a drive-thru food distribution event at the Islamic Center of Southern California, HGTV's Egypt Sherrod transformed her closet into a meditation space in Atlanta, in between filming Law & Order: SVU's Mariska Hargitay and Ice-T take a selfie
Page 28: Hollywood Dads -- Scott Porter on parenting his two kids McCoy and Clover
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Part Four: Mayhem
Word Count: 8.7K+
Author’s Note: *vine music intensifies* hi... how y’all doing?... For real though, thanks for waiting. I’ve been going through some stuff (if you see my blog you’ll be able to tell) and I needed time to think, to take care of myself, to do a bunch of stuff really. But here is chapter four, I left you on a cliffhanger like season three did and I apologise. I hope y’all enjoy, next up is Minimal Loss so keep an eye out for the notification!
Warning: terrorism, death, threat of death, descriptions of blood and gore, bombing.
More chapters can be found here. [updated when i can]
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Terrorism has become the systematic weapon of a war that knows no borders or seldom has a face. – Jacques Chirac
New York City, New York.
Y/N Clarkson was not one to admit she was scared. Through the past 26 years of her life, she had held fast to the belief that fear was weakness. She didn’t flinch when she was 14 and saw a man shot in the street; she refused to cry at the funeral of her fallen friends due to war, or murder, or suicide; she didn’t flinch when the bombs went off in Basra, killing dozens of innocent civilians and first responders when Almusif hit the Iraqi city a year and a half before. And whether it was her mind growing accustomed to the quiet of gunshots compared to explosions, or because she was finally accepting the men and women she worked alongside as family, she couldn’t know for certain.
But when a rumble caused her and Morgan’s SUV to tremble on the road, when a bang came out of nowhere and sent Clarkson’s ears rattling, when smoke rose from only a few streets over into the night sky, Y/N had never been more terrified.
It took both her and Morgan a second to comprehend the noise, both readying themselves to head back to the FBI Field Office, to reconvene with their teammates on the pre-emptive measures the protection details in the city were putting into place come the morning. But by the sound of the explosion, and the fear both Morgan and Clarkson wore on their faces, they worried if they were too late.
“Is anyone there? Team, do you copy?!” Morgan was first to react, shouting into the radio as he began the car, heading towards the smoke. His voice was frantic, cracking as he called out. His friends, his family, were spread across the city, and a bomb had just gone off.
“Safe and heading back.” Garcia came through first; she had been picking up some essentials for a night at the field office a few blocks away. “Derek, is everything ok?” She asked, her car slowing at a red light to watch police cars and ambos speed past her. “Oh God.”
“Reid, Prentiss, JJ? You guys ok? Hotch, Rossi?” Morgan asked again, his knuckles skin on bone with how tightly he gripped the radio, putting on his own lights to speed through. “We heard the explosion, heading there now.”
“All good here. I can see the smoke.” Prentiss came through, the radio going silent after that, no doubt due to a jam in the frequency. Morgan got himself closer and closer to the smoke, but when pedestrian foot traffic became too much, Clarkson opted to, without a word spoken, open the passenger side door of the barely moving car and jump out into the street, running through the crowds towards the smoke.
“Clarkson!” Morgan yelled from his position, muttering a soft dammit as he rushed to unbuckle his seatbelt and follow. He was fast, but Clarkson was running faster, and had a head start.
All that seemed to go through the young agent’s mind as she jumped out the car and ran was an overwhelming sense of worry. Her feet pounded on the tarmac beneath as she ran, blooding pumping hot through her veins and her ears still ringing from the noise she had almost managed to forget. She pushed through the crowds, not caring very much for onlookers’ safety, and received a fair amount of complaints from New Yorkers eager to see the newest crime scene of the unknown killers.
Despite the fact that the entire city was scared, morbid curiosity ruled over a need of safety.
Clarkson skidded to a stop as she reached the street, police barricades already set up around the mayor’s office: where one of her team had headed for only twenty minutes before. She watched in horror as a black SUV sat at the side of the road, engulfed in flames that lit up figures stood in the darkness: the explosion had blown the surrounding street lamps.
She knew immediately it was Joyner and Hotch’s car: she had seen the rest of the team leave, knew where they were headed, knew that Joyner and Hotch were meant to be there. Aaron and Kate... Clarkson moved her way to the front of the forming crowd, coming face to face with police. Through the haze of the car, she could make out two figures standing, but little else.
“Let me through.” She demanded, flashing her credentials to the cop, one she remembered from around the NYPD Headquarters, but he shook his head in response, blocking her path.
“We can’t let anyone past, Agent. Special orders.” The cop replied, and Clarkson gulped. Her presentation, the warning she had made her team aware of that first responders were targeted in Basra. She was the reason none of the police had entered the street, why an awaiting ambulance hadn’t moved.
“I don’t give a shit about your orders, let me-” Clarkson demanded, stopping short when she heard a familiar voice, usually unwavering, yelling towards the police barricade.
“OFFICER DOWN!” Hotch yelled from the street, the figure now knelt over a shadow on the road. Kate… Hotch wasn’t leaving her any time soon, even with the threat of a second bomb going off, Clarkson knew that. “WE NEED SOME HELP! WE CANNOT MOVE!”
Hotch was bleeding, he knew that. In fact, at that point in time, Garcia knew it too. She had managed to get in contact with Rossi and Reid, and Prentiss and Morgan, with only JJ and Hotch unaccounted for. When she had logged in to the surveillance command centre at an outpost a few blocks north near the NYPD headquarters, she had watched the explosion alongside Officer Bartleby of the NYPD. The pair had witnessed the explosion that injured both Joyner and Hotch through grainy black and white.
“Sam, you need to get out of the area.” Hotch ordered. A young man, in his mid-twenties who went by Sam, had stopped to try and assist, and had called 911. He was the shadowy figure Clarkson couldn’t pinpoint, and now hovered over Hotch and Kate as Hotch held a bleeding artery in Kate’s back closed, the BAU unit chief doing his best to stop the bleeding of his work mate, who currently couldn’t feel her legs.
“I just want to help.” Sam pleaded, and Hotch snapped his head towards the police barricade.
“If you want to help, get somebody down here.” Hotch ordered, Sam sent running towards the police barricade. “Kate, I need you to wake up.” Hotch begged of his old friend, who slipped in and out of consciousness beneath him. “Stay with me. Stay with me…”
“I feel cold…” Kate managed through a laugh and a shiver, her eyes focusing on nothing in particular, her movements few and far between. “It’s such a cliché, isn’t it? That I feel cold.” The feigned humour had left the Brit’s voice, overcome by the sense of dread. “Like in the cinema.”
“You’ve lost a lot of blood, but I think I’ve got it stopped.” Hotch tried to reassure her, looking up again to see Sam had reached the barricade.
“Wait… That’s not right, it’s the movies. You, you say movies, not cinema.” Joyner corrected herself, interrupting Hotch’s attempt to relax her with more delirious questioning. “Why-why would you have a different word for…” She was cut off by a sudden pain that caused her to gasp, and Hotch to hold onto her shoulder with his bloody hand a little tighter.
“I’m gonna try to lift you and just-” Hotch began, and as he began to lift, his grip on the artery was lost, and Kate quickly fell unconscious. “WE’RE HERE, PLEASE! PLEASE!” He yelled again, finally spotting movement on the police barricade, and an unknown individual began to yell.
“So you’re in charge here?” Clarkson snapped as the highest ranking officer gripped onto her arm, a Captain Warner. “I will say it again, I don’t give a shit what your orders are, sir.”
“Agent, your team gave us the orders to follow, why don’t you follow them yourself? Head back to one of the marshalling offices, let the rest of your team know where you are-” Warner was coarse, and stubborn in his words.
“I assume you were Army. Marines maybe?” She asked, and the Captain let go of her arm. Clarkson turned to look at him, fixing her blazer into place. “Has the principle changed? Do we leave men behind now?” She asked, and the pair shared a glare, each challenging the other. But Clarkson was determined, and as Morgan rounded the corner, breathing heavy, Hotch called out again.
“WE’RE HERE! DAMMIT WE ARE HERE!”
“Go.” Warner granted permission, Clarkson rushing past the barricades with Morgan on her tail, and a hovering pedestrian pushing past a few police officers to join. Clarkson could gauge from her peripheral that he was the man who had ran back minutes before, who had been begging for an ambulance.
Clarkson fell to her knees across from Hotch, clasping Kate’s limp hand in her own.
“Hotch.” Morgan came next, then Sam, who lifted Kate’s head onto his knees and, without missing a beat, tried to shake her awake gently.
“We need to get her out of here.” Hotch explained, the pooling blood from Kate’s body staining Clarkson and Hotch’s trousers, soaking their knees through the material.
“They won’t let any ambulances down here Hotch, it’s not safe.” Morgan moved the kid away, taking his position instead. “Kid, you have gotta get behind those barricades and stay. Go.” He ordered, but Clarkson gave him a final nod, and Sam scarpered to safety.
“Can we carry her?” Clarkson asked, her voice cracking as she spoke. “Aaron, can we carry her?” She asked again, looking between Morgan and Hotch.
“No, I tried… She’ll bleed to death if we don’t get her out of here.” Hotch exhaled, sweat beads starting to appear on his forehead. He was exhausted, a mixture of shock and injury, and his full attention was on keeping her artery gripped tight between his fingers. “We gotta do something.”
All of a sudden, Morgan’s phone rang, causing Hotch and Clarkson to look up.
“Garcia.” He answered. “I got Hotch. But listen to me, you gotta get somebody down here right away, you hear me? Right now.” Morgan demanded, his eyes darting up as Garcia relayed information. “What?” He glanced past Clarkson to see Sam hovering by the exploded car, nowhere near the barricade. “You’re absolutely sure?” He asked again. Another glance up, and through the fire and smoke Morgan could just make out the smug look on Sam’s face. Morgan snapped his phone shut.
“What is it?” Clarkson asked, her eyes following Morgan’s to Sam.
“The kid. He’s the bomber.” Morgan explained, and with a second to think, Hotch nodded, Morgan disappearing to chase down their unsub, who had started to sprint from the crime scene.
“Hotch, look at me.” Clarkson demanded once Morgan was gone, sirens approaching from the distance. The older man looked up at his young recruit, who kneeled across from him. He had been so worried for her joining the team, and yet they had become a part of the situation she knew best: Clarkson was the only one of the BAU who had lived through a bombing like this. “I’m going to go find something that will work as a backboard, we can try moving her then.” Clarkson suggested, to Hotch’s shaking head.
“If my hand slips, Kate’s gone, Y/N. I can’t risk it.” He sighed out, and Clarkson nodded in defeat, opting to help her boss stay upright, supporting his body with her own hands. The sirens continued to get closer, from the direction Morgan had disappeared in after Sam, and only a minute or so later an ambulance drove through the police barricade, stopping and parking beside the trio of federal agents. The paramedic unpacked quickly, jogging over to them with a medical bag.
“She’s got an arterial bleed in her back and I’m doing my best to hold it closed.” Hotch explained, and the paramedic kneeled beside Clarkson to take Kate’s pulse.
“You both alright?” He asked, the pair nodding, and he moved his hand from her neck, starting to open his bag. “Her pulse is weak and thread. I’m gonna need your help, ok?” He asked. Neither agent refused: they would do anything they could to keep Joyner alive.
“Is the area clear?” Clarkson asked, and the paramedic shook his head.
“I couldn’t listen to your calls for help anymore. My partner was too afraid to come in here with me.” He explained, glancing up. “I volunteered.”
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NYPD Marshalling Spot, New York City, New York.
“These are stills from all the murder sites.” Rossi spoke up, looking over the boards he and Reid had reconstructed in the past thirty minutes. The building around them was buzzing with activity, cops and FBI agents alike working together to cover the last eight murder spots with police and cordon them off. Both agents knew the previous hits were to gauge response times, that there would likely be a threat of suicide bombers at each sight. A first eight to kill and injure as many as possible, and a second eight to hurt first responders.
“Morgan got Garcia and I on radio then the system crashed.” Emily said breathlessly as she ran through the door, looks of relief shared on Rossi and Reid’s faces at the sight of their teammate.
“Emily!” Another voice came, JJ this time, appearing from the other direction.
“Oh thank God you’re alright.” Emily smiled weakly, glad to see the blonde Garcia had failed to gain contact with. “Where’s Will?”
“He’s stuck at the airport. As soon as I heard I went to the field office, they’re evacuating the building.” JJ explained, confused by what was going on. One moment, she was kissing her boyfriend goodbye as he headed off for Washington D.C, the next she was racing around the city trying to find any one of her teammates. “Where is everyone?”
“Morgan and Clarkson are alright; we haven’t got anything from Hotch or Joyner.” Reid explained, only to be interrupted by a laggy voice on the other side of a computer: Garcia, based around a mile away from them in the comms command centre.
“The bomber, the bomber. Derek is chasing after the bomber.” Garcia interjected.
“What?”
“The bomb- it was under Kate’s SUV. Hotch and Clarkson are out there with her. They’re both ok but Kate seems rally hurt. Hotch won’t move her.” Garcia explained.
“Where was Kate’s SUV parked?” Rossi asked, leaned over the computer.
“2 blocks east of Federal Plaza, near the mayor’s office.” Garcia informed, causing Prentiss to raise an eyebrow.
“2 blocks east and they target Kate’s SUV?” It didn’t make sense, not with two prominent buildings so close in range. As Prentiss questioned, Reid added another point onto his geographic profile.
“Have you I.D’ed the bomber?” Rossi asked again.
“Lisa’s running him and the dead guy through VICAP.” Garcia stuttered through, and Rossi directed his attention to Prentiss and JJ, who stood waiting for orders.
“Call Homeland Security. They should be at all the murder sites. See if they found anything.” Rossi instructed JJ, who turned on her heel for the nearest phone. “Garcia, find out how we can help Morgan.”
“Yes sir.” Garcia nodded, beginning to type away on screen, stopping for a moment to examine something in front of her. “They’re moving Kate. An ambo just arrived, Clarkson and Hotch and helping the medic move her in.” She narrated, giving the team a slice of hope that some form of medical had arrived.
“Keep us updated, Garcia.” Prentiss asked, turning to examine Reid’s board.
--
New York, New York.
“I’m going to clamp that artery. When I say move, move your hand and get as far out of my way as you can, you got it?” The paramedic instructed Hotch. They had managed to get Joyner on her side, and Clarkson had taken on the responsibility of fetching a gurney and extra medical supplies from the ambulance. Hotch didn’t glance back when Clarkson returned with more supplies, her work clothes, much like Aaron’s own, covered in Kate’s blood.
They looked like victims from a horror movie, and in some ways, they were.
“Ok, move.” The paramedic ordered, Hotch’s hand pulling as far back as possible at the same time the paramedic clamped the artery shut. “I need to get a bag in and start getting her pressure up.” He explained, Clarkson handing over the required equipment without saying a word. Hotch looked up to her for the first time, his eyes watering.
“She’ll be fine, Aaron. You did well.” Clarkson assured, helping him to his feet. She would have said more, but a lump had formed in her throat, denying any more sound to exit in fear of tears following.
“I’ll need one of your driving.” The paramedic asked, and Hotch nodded, taking on the task and heading to the driver’s cab of the ambulance, leaving Clarkson to assist in moving Kate. She and the paramedic shared a glance, of worry more than anything: whether it was for Hotch and his own injuries, or for the fact Kate had lost far too much blood, neither cared to find out.
“On three, we lift. I’ll need you watching her airway and readings on the drive over, alright?” He said, and Clarkson nodded once more. With a countdown and a hoist, the pair lifted Agent Joyner into the ambulance, moving as quickly as they could while Hotch revved the engine and readied to go, sirens already on and flashing. “Gently, gently…” The paramedic reminded, Clarkson making sure to set Joyner down with care before pulling the ambulance doors shut behind her.
With the slam of the back doors and the paramedic giving a thumbs up to Hotch after securing Kate in place, Hotch sped off the scene, trying not to focus on his slippery grip on the steering wheel thanks to Kate’s blood, or the pounding in his head from the explosion. He had a goal, a mission: to get his friend to the hospital and save her life. That was all that mattered.
“Where’s the nearest emergency room?” Aaron called back, the paramedic instructing Clarkson while he worked to stabilise Kate.
“Saint Barclay’s.” He called out.
“Where?”
“Saint Barclay’s.” Clarkson repeated for both the sake of Hotch and the paramedic. The paramedic spoke quietly to Clarkson as he worked, giving directions to the hospital, which she then relayed to Hotch in the front. “ Four blocks uptown, one block east. Emergency entrance is under the hospital, in the basement. Follow the signs for the E.R.”
“Agent, I need you to hold this.” The paramedic called, and Clarkson returned to her post, holding up an IV bag pumping liquid into her dying superior officer. “Hey, look who’s back.” The paramedic commented, and Clarkson’s eyes shot over. Kate’s eyes opened, and despite her semi-conscious state, her hand went straight to Clarkson’s, gripping it as tight as possible.
“Kate, it’s alright. You’re doing so well.” Clarkson cooed, blinking back tears from her eyes. Her time with Kate as a younger woman was brief, and their friendship somewhat superficial, but seeing Joyner conscious again felt like a reunion of long lost souls.
“Is she awake?” Aaron called from the front, speeding through another set of red lights.
“Is that Aaron?” Kate whispered, and Clarkson was quick to nod and squeeze her hand tighter.
“It is… We’re getting you to the hospital. You made it.” Clarkson smiled, and Kate’s eyes drifted to the paramedic.
“Thank you…” She croaked out, the paramedic taking her other hand.
“Don’t thank me, thank these two, they did it all.” He assured, Hotch taking a hard turn and the hospital coming into sight. “Are we close, Agent?” The paramedic called to the front, not able to see what Aaron was witnessing in front of him.
The entire emergency entrance of St. Barclay’s Hospital was barricaded off by police cars and men in suits not unlike those that Aaron and Clarkson wore. One man held his hand up for Aaron to stop the ambulance, to which the Agent complied, and approached the driver's side window.
“What’s this?” Hotch asked, visible confusion on his face.
“Secret service. We’re directing all emergencies over to Lennox Hill.” The agent, a burly man with a goatee and a flashlight shining into Hotch’s eyes explained. The BAU Unit Chief paused for a moment to process the information.
“I’m SSA Hotchner. I have SSA Joyner on board. She was injured in the bomb blast near Federal Plaza.” He tried explaining, a hand being held up to stop his rambled speaking.
“Credentials.” The Secret Service Agent asked, and Hotch’s face dropped as he checked his pockets.
“They’re in my jacket at Federal Plaza.” He explained.
“I appreciate that Agent but this hospital is on a strict bypass.” The Agent stopped him once more, and before Hotch could question any more, Clarkson’s head appeared through the window between the cab and the back of the ambulance.
“SSA Clarkson. Our patient just lost consciousness. She has lost enough blood to fill another human being, she needs surgery now.” Clarkson demanded, holding out her own credentials, the leather casing dripping with Joyner’s blood. A glance at the credentials, and the sound of beeps from the back of the ambo caused the agent to hesitate slightly.
“WE’RE LOSING HER!” The paramedic yelled from the back. “Agent I need you!” He pleaded, and Clarkson disappeared to help in stabilising Kate once more. Another Agent had cleared the back of the ambulance, and with a nod of approval, the goateed agent by the driver’s window let out a sigh and gestured for the barricades to be moved.
“Open it up!” He ordered through the radio, the agents moving the barricades and cars to allow Hotch a clear entry into the emergency entrance, the seasoned agent letting out a shaky breath of relief as he sped forward. “This is Delta 2, I need immediate E.R attendance.” He called through the radio as the ambulance passed, alerting the staff inside.
What happened next was a blur for Hotch, but not Clarkson. The minute Hotch had stopped the car, E.R nurses were opening the back doors, pushing her out of the way to lift the gurney, now with Kate and the paramedic on it as the latter began CPR, onto a trolley and out onto the tarmac. Another nurse ushered her out of the ambo, closing the doors behind Clarkson before running after their critical patient. Hotch hovered by the doors for a few moments, but Clarkson rushed in, following behind as doctors and surgeons flocked to follow Joyner into surgery.
“What have you got?” A doctor yelled as they went through another set of doors, and Clarkson watched chaos unfold that reminded her so much of the Basra bombing, only with more fluorescent lights and cleaner surfaces. The hospital wasn’t covered in blood of other victims, after all.
“BP 50 over 30. She’s bradycardic with severe spinal injury.” The paramedic informed, doctors rushing the trolley down the corridor away from Clarkson, who had finally slowed her feet to a halt, Hotchner not far behind her. The words that words being thrown around made little sense to her, and instead she tuned them out, walking over to the other side of the nurse’s desk and picking up the phone, taking a moment before remembering what telephone number to dial.
“This is SSA Y/N Clarkson with the Behavioral Analysis Unit. Could you put me through to the closest Marshalling Office to the Federal Plaza?” Clarkson asked, looking up as she went on hold. “Hotch?”
And like that, with little warning or evidence, Hotch collapsed onto the hospital floor, blood pooling from his side. The next moments were slow motion for Clarkson: from the dropping of the phone in her hand as someone picked up, to the rushing to Hotch by herself and nurses nearby. It felt like she couldn’t go fast enough, couldn’t stop him from hitting the ground, couldn’t get her hands over the bleed in Hotch’s abdomen quick enough. Her cries of his name came out distorted, like she was a thousand miles away, shouting into the void, and when a male orderly pulled her back for doctors to get in and lift Hotch away, the scream she let out rang in her head, bouncing around until everything went silent, and the grip on her arms was replaced with a fabric covering.
No one knew quite what to do with the young woman covered in blood, clutching onto a badge, her credentials, so they left her. She was moved to a nearby bed, a blanket draped over her shoulders, a cup of water on the table beside her, in the line of sight of the nurses’ station, but far away enough to not have to listen to the conversation the nurse shared with a concerned FBI agent on the phone’s other end.
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NYPD Marshalling Spot, New York City, New York.
“Morgan’s safe.” Prentiss related to the team as they sat in a far corner of the building, somewhat secluded from the chaos around them. It was the first bit of good news they had received all evening, trying to run point on a situation they constantly felt three steps behind in.
“Thank God.” Someone responded offhandedly, none of them taking the time to acknowledge who it was exactly.
With her was Reid, Rossi, JJ and Brustin, the last had come from the hospital after Cooper assured him he was needed elsewhere. Boards surrounded them as Reid paced back and forth, files were scattered over the table. They were playing catch up.
“This is the unsub Morgan chased into the subway, this is the one Prentiss shot.” Reid nodded in thanks as an officer handed him a file, photos of Sam, the bomber from earlier. “Garcia is running them through VICAP.”
“These are smart, well-educated kids, hand picked and trained to be martyrs. They’re not going to be on any government file and they won’t have rap sheets.” Rossi commented, leaning back in his chair, trying to piece together the puzzle. There was something sat on his tongue, a question he didn’t know to ask.
“Hotch and Kate are at Saint Barclay’s with Clarkson.” JJ joined the group from a phone call, her upteenth one of the evening. She looked as frazzled as the rest of them, but no one would have said as much. They were all stressed.
“How are they?” Prentiss asked, looking up from a laptop in front of her, awaiting results to be sent through by Garcia, and watching news sources.
“Kate is in surgery, Hotch is being treated in the ER… Clarkson’s out of it, that’s what I got from the nurse.” JJ said with a slight shrug, and Prentiss nodded. “Morgan’s on his way down there now.”
“The media’s reporting this as a failed attack on the Mayor’s Office.” She relayed to the team, met by a scoff from Rossi.
“Well, it’s not.”
“They’re not the only ones.” Brustin chimed up for the first time, his voice lacking emotion, enthusiasm. The gravelly tones were just that, he was too tired to emote. “Homeland Security feels the same way. They found nothing at any of the sites that you told them that these guys were targeting.”
Around an hour ago, after the bomb blast, the BAU directed Homeland Security and police to the eight killing sites, to monitor and be on high alert for suicide bombers. Yet, nothing had happened since Hotch and Kate. There was doubt in the BAU, in the FBI, in anyone in charge. Nothing had happened, at all, and from a look across the room, confusion could be found in every expression.
What were they missing?
“Maybe this thing is over?” Brustin suggested after a pause, but Rossi was quick to interject.
“Or maybe, that’s exactly what they want us to think. As soon as the bomb techs identify the device, I want to know about it.” Rossi demanded, met with a nod by Brustin. “Can someone get Clarkson on her cell?”
“I’ve already tried, nothing is coming through. Radio systems are only just coming back up.” JJ responded, and Rossi nodded, pulling a laptop from the centre of the table towards him. It had been replaying the surveillance footage of the car bombing over and over, and he tapped away for a few seconds, before the footage zoomed in on Sam in the background.
“There. Right there, you see it?” He asked Brustin, garnering his attention. From across the table, Prentiss and Reid watched the same footage on the second laptop, the boy genius finally sitting down for the first time that night. “In his hand, he’s using his cell phone.”
“Joyner and Hotch approach the van…” Brustin state’s quite simply, not seeing the wider picture.
“Why not wait until they both get in?” Prentiss asked him.
“Guess they figured they were close enough?”
“Would you wait until they were in it?” Prentiss asked again.
“So far these guys have accomplished nothing.” Reid commented quietly, his eyes glazed over a little, like he was reading something no one else could see, trying to figure out exactly what it was that seemed off.
“Nothing? My partner was shot, Cooper? Eight innocent people were killed, two agents blown up, not to mention Emily’s suicide by cop. Is that not enough?” Brustin questioned the team around him, and it took them a moment to respond, Rossi taking point, and gesturing with a nod to a photo behind Prentiss’ head. A photo of the Twin Towers.
“That was memorable.” He commented, both Prentiss and Reid looking back at his reference. “This isn’t.” Reid stood back up, looking over their information another time, thinking back on what intel they had received from Clarkson. If their profile was wrong, why did it feel correct?
“Clarkson came to the conclusion it was Almusif before any of us, that the attacks then were about killing a politician.” Reid muttered to himself.
“Everything they’ve done so far has appeared to be something it’s not.” Rossi added, causing Reid to turn around and face the team who had listened in to his thoughtful mutters.
“I don’t follow.” Brustin admitted.
“The seemingly random acts of murder, the attempt to hack into our security surveillance systems.” Reid spoke louder this time, Prentiss moving behind him to address a photo on the board.
“This suicide by cop to make us believe it was over.” She added, because while they gained extra information that day that would suggest otherwise, the ultimate goal of that attack was to ‘identify’ the serial killer.
“Don’t forget the death card left for us.” JJ piped up from her position by the phones.
“All diversions.”
“To endure our analysis of any given situation would incorrectly inform our profile.” Reid finished.
“So the first responders weren’t the real targets?” Brustin checked, and Reid nodded.
“Hotch and Kate were a diversion too..” Prentiss offered.
“When Clarkson gave us the insight that one figure was targeted amongst random killings, we had assumed it would be the Mayor. That’s why the bomb went off by his office, he was the target… I’m not so sure that’s the case.” Reid suggested, but before any more discussion could be had, JJ’s phone rang, and the team turned their attention to it.
“It’s Morgan, he wants you guys over there now.” JJ prompted, Prentiss, Reid and Rossi quickly gathering blazers and laptops before heading towards the exit.
“What do we tell Homeland Security?” Brustin called after them.
“Tell them if they love this city as much as you do to keep it locked down. It’s about to get hit.” Rossi offered as a final statement, before following his teammates towards the SUV parked downstairs.
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Saint Barclay’s Hospital, New York, New York.
Sat on a hospital trolley, counting the seconds between flickers on an overhead light, Clarkson had steadied her breathing and had come back from her momentary lapse in composure. She knew that her refusal to let go of Aaron earlier was most likely linked to the very real fact that she had another colleague on an operating table, and a recently deceased friend: that she didn’t want another one.
However, the doctor had briefed her that Aaron’s injuries were minor, only suffering from shrapnel in his side that had been removed and acute acoustic trauma in one ear.
So she sat in bloodied clothes, her blazer dumped in a bin due to how much of Kate’s blood had soaked into the fabric, her scarred arms were still tinged red and on show, the hem of the shirt bloody like her shoes and trousers.
She looked like a phantom, some terrifying apparition of beauty and death and horror.
“Doc. FBI. How Aaron Hotchner?” A voice called to the nurses station just a little away from Clarkson, and she looked up to see her colleague, her friend, Derek Morgan.
“Morgan.” She called out as such, and Derek rushed over and, rather uncharacteristically for both of them, pulled her into a hug. It was brief, and they quickly separated. “Sam?”
“Dead… He electrocuted himself on the subway tracks.”
“Morgan, I don’t understand why they would target the Mayor and miss. They’re too smart for that.” Clarkson sighed, leading him towards Hotch’s curtained off bed. “He’s got some damage to his right ear drum, and shrapnel pulled from his si-“
Before Clarkson could finish explaining Hotch’s injuries to Morgan, the pair were interrupted by medical staff calling orders, machines beeping, and a familiar voice being raised in protest. Morgan rushes forward, opening up the curtain to find nurses trying to get Hotch back in bed as he removed the wires from his body. Clarkson hung back, watching the scene unfold, not quite sure if her trying to help would do more good than harm.
“Agent Hotchner, lie down.”
“I’m fine, I’m alright!”
“Hotch, stop it, just calm down. Doc, I got it, ok?” Morgan took control of the situation quickly, the doctors and nurses stepping back and returning to their duties, leaving the men to talk one on one.
“Morgan, where’s Kate?”
“She’s in surgery.” Morgan responded to the rather frantic tones of his boss.
“Where are my clothes, please?” Hotch called out, his distress making Morgan concerned and Clarkson somewhat uncomfortable.
“Hotch, your go bag is on its way.”
“Has anything happened since the first blast?” Aaron asked, glancing around and finding his eyes landing on Clarkson, still covered in bloody clothes.
“Nothing.” Morgan answered, footsteps approaching the pair signalling Clarkson’s arrival to the conversation.
“Sam?”
“He’s dead.” Clarkson spoke up, arms folded across her body, sharing a look with Morgan.
“The profile is wrong.” Aaron said decidedly, and Clarkson found herself nodding.
“We know. The rest of the team are on their way, and should be here in the next few minutes. Clarkson, get Hotch some water?” Morgan suggested, knowing that making her useful might stop the pair of them from overthinking.
The team arrived within the next five minutes, and as Aaron left to go change, Clarkson pulled an FBI jacket over her clothes, the blood having dried into the clothes for the most part. JJ had stayed behind for obvious reasons: she was pregnant, and in charge of liaising between law enforcement departments across the city. But as the team entered, Clarkson was hugged for the second time within the hour, this time by Prentiss.
“Is he doing alright?” Emily asked, referring to Hotch. Clarkson nodded softly, fixing the jacket onto her shoulders. “And what about you?” She asked again.
“Me? I’ll be better when we stop whatever is going on.” Clarkson replied quickly, to be met by a doubtful expression from both Prentiss and Rossi, while Reid set up the laptop in the background.
“How you feeling, Hotch?” The question from Morgan introduced Hotch back to the team, and with a few nods shared, the battered Unit Chief has put back on the uniform and returned to his usual, disciplined self.
“Fine, I just want to know why I’m still alive.” He responded, which prompted Spencer to speak up from the back.
“I think the idea was to maim, not to kill.” The young genius posited, which caused Clarkson to glance back. To maim?
“Did you identify the bomber, Sam?” Hotch continued to question, and Clarkson walked over to the nearby water cooler, keeping one ear in on the conversation.
“Garcia put Sam and the other dead unsub into every known database. Nothing.” Spencer responded again, his eyes drifting to follow Clarkson.
“We know how terror cells evolve, they learn from one campaign to the next.” Rossi commented, the words again sticking in Clarkson’s head. Maiming FBI agents, evolving campaigns. “How to stay off radar like the London Bombers.”
“Yeah, but they hit at 8.50 in the morning with a series of coordinated blasts aimed at the London Transportation System, and this cell targeted a lone SUV where the only people on the street are two federal agents.” Hotch reminded, prompting Morgan to speak up.
“It’s not multiple targets, it’s one target. Clarkson told us what happened in Basra.” Morgan chimed in, and Clarkson’s head snapped towards him. She quickly binned the plastic cup of water she had begun to fill, and started away from the group.
“Clarkson?” Reid called, raising an eyebrow at the bizarre behaviour. They didn’t just up and leave by themselves whenever they felt like it, and certainly when not recreating a profile.
“Bathroom.” She said quickly, walking down the hallway without another word spoken. Reid wondered if he should go after her, or point it out, but the team were moving on quickly with their deductions.
“Garcia said the device was placed under Kate’s SUV.” Rossi added, prompting Reid to provide scientific knowledge, and push Clarkson’s odd behaviour to the back of his mind.
“It was likely made using oxidising agents, including chromates, peroxides, perchlorates, chlorates, and red mercury, all jammed into a device no larger than a cell phone.” Reid explained.
“Imagine what a bomb the size of an oil drum could do.” Morgan sighed.
“But to make something that big you’d need a chemical engineer.” Hotch countered, prompting Rossi to look over a file he had brought with him.
“Like the recently deceased Doctor Azahari Husin, Asia’s most wanted bomb maker and the engineer for Almusif a year and a half ago?” Rossi offered, and Hotch took the file to look over. “Authorities subbed him the “Demolition Man”.” As Hotch read, Rossi continued. “He treated each bomb like a work of art. One wrong move, he becomes a victim of his own creation.”
“He’ll be more revered than all the people who died from his devices.” Prentiss posed, and looked at Hotch for confirmation. “Stop the bomber, stop the bomb.”
“Hotch…” Reid gestured to the laptop screen, the BAU Unit Chief watching a replay of events from just hours before play out on the screen.
“Did you find Sam’s cell phone?” He asked, looking back down at the file.
“Yes.” Morgan replied.
“Did he call 911?”
“No, just an unknown number six times.”
“Garcia tracked the number but it was a disposable cell, it went dead minutes after Sam died.” Reid added, everyone’s gaze focusing on the photo Hotch’s hands held up from the file. A photo of their bomb maker.
“This… this is our paramedic.” Hotch said slowly, pointing to the photo attached to the file. “Strict Bypass.”
“What?” Rossi asked.
“This hospital is on a strict bypass, the secret service almost stopped us getting in.” Hotch started a march along the hallway to the main reception area of the hospital, the team quick to follow. “I drove the bomb in here, it’s the ambulance… The target is whoever’s in this hospital.”
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“Hey, who have you got in here?” Morgan demanded from the goateed Agent Hotch spoke to earlier that night, the team collectively rounding a corner and stopping in front of the main reception, where the secret service were monitoring cameras.
“Why is that information important to you?” He snapped back.
“The ambulance I drove in here, where is it now?” Hotch questioned, moving past bickering. It didn’t matter who was being targeted, but rather they had discovered it.
“In the basement, why?”
“There’s a bomb in it.” Prentiss got straight to the point. “It’s rigged to assassinate whoever it is you’re protecting. You need to get them and everyone else out of here right now.”
“We can’t do that, he’s undergoing surgery as we speak.” The goateed agent swore under his breath, then ordered his men to start clearing medical staff out.
“The paramedic I came in with, do you have eyes on him?” Hotch asked, a younger agent nodding and pulling up a screen with the paramedic, Doctor Azahari Husin, in the ICU. “Is that a cell in his hands?”
“Garcia, can you remote access the cell phone grid I’m in and jam all the frequencies?” Rossi questioned down the radio, the emergency frequencies set up for the team on their drive to the hospital.
“Yeah, I can, but only for a short period of time.” Garcia responded into the ears of her team in moments, tucked away and safe in an NYPD Command Centre Outpost somewhere nearby.
“There’s a bomb in the basement of this building Garcia.” Rossi responded, prompting a gasp from the tech analyst that shot her and Officer Bartleby to work.
“Look, he’s coming back.” Prentiss pointed out as alarms started going off, evacuating the hospital. Garcia worked quickly, and after only a few moments of nothing, everyone had lost signal on their cells. “He’s going to detonate the bomb manually if he has to.”
“We move out, find our bomb maker-“ Hotch stopped, looking around. “Where’s Clarkson?”
“She left a few minutes ago…” Reid said softly, and Rossi gestured to the screen, showing a clip of Clarkson moving down a flight of stairs at speed towards the basement.
“She’s going for the ambulance.” Rossi glanced around Hotch, wondering what the next step would be.
“We find Husin. Let’s head down.” Hotch ordered, the five agents moving towards the stairwell. As the team headed for the basement, the goateed Agent started shouting orders to his own officers, sending every available man into action.
Levels below, a young agent rounded a corner, coming face to face with an ambulance. Her hair was tied back, her FBI jacket covered her bloody clothes and hid a shiver that passed through her body. Her steps were near silent, her gun cocked and ready in front of her as she surveyed, looking and listening for any form of life beside herself.
She had figured it out before the team, but she had come face to face with Almusif before, studied the files before, and a theory pieces together in her head bit by bit. It was only when she raised herself up onto the back step of the ambulance to look inside, and upon seeing the bench she had sat on hours before was covering an intricate bomb did she let out a curse.
Signals can only be blocked for so long, not long enough to get Kate out of surgery, not long enough to get her team somewhere safe. She had heard Garcia like the rest of the team, and without another thought, Clarkson marched towards the driver’s seat and opened the door, climbing into the literal death van.
“Hey there, Rainbow Girl.” Were the words her teammates heard through the radio, directed at Garcia as Clarkson searched through the driver’s cab and found a set of keys, tucked into the visor by Hotch no doubt.
“Clarkson, what’s wrong?” Was the reply that came through, and before Clarkson could refute, Garcia added. “You never use nicknames with me.”
“I need a favour. Find me the nearest clearing. Somewhere that can be cleared of civilians quickly.” Clarkson requested, and her team listened as an engine turned on over the radio.
“What are you doing, Clarkson?” A male voice demanded to know over the radio, the whispered tones coming from, surprisingly, Reid of all people.
“I’m driving an ambulance for the first time.” Clarkson responded, taking a shaky breath. Her grip on the wheel was firm, she wouldn’t be swayed now.
“Just floor it north and I’ll call directions out as you go.” Garcia sighed, and Clarkson pulled out of the space, wasting no time in upping her acceleration towards the exit.
“Thanks Garci-“ Gunshots cut off the audio, and Clarkson sped up as a bullet shattered her wing mirror.
“What was that?!” Garcia squeaked over the radio.
“Just keep on the directions Garcia, I’m fine.” Clarkson assured, turning on the sirens and speeding northbound through the late night traffic, leaving the hospital, and her team, far behind.
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Gunshots ringing through the hospital forced the team into a vigilant jog, making their way down to the basement via the Intensive Care Unit where Husin was last seen. They took the stairs at speed, the five set marking every possible attack point with a gun loaded and ready to kill, and came into the basement to the cries of anguish from who they could only assume was their bomb maker.
Rossi, Hotch and Morgan took one side of the corridor, Prentiss and Reid the other, checking doors as they went to ensure their unsub wasn’t hiding anywhere.
When the loading bay came into view, the rest of the team continued down the hallway while Reid and Prentiss followed the stairs up, the former going first, finding an elevator of dead secret service agents waiting for them. Blood had begun to pool and drip into the elevator shaft, and the goateed agent’s leg was stopping the door from closing. Reid pulled his eyes away despite instincts, his eyes settling on the bloody footprints heading away from the site.
“Prentiss.” He said softly, bringing her attention to the evidence, the pair beginning to follow the trail while in their ears, Garcia started up again.
“Clarkson you have a minute until full coverage, get out now!” She pleaded with their newest and youngest member, but was met with refusal.
“Not yet. I’m almost there I promise. Just count me down Penelope, ok?” Clarkson asked over the radio, though Reid tried to tune it out. The fear in her voice did nothing good for him right now.
Hotch, Rossi and Morgan exited the hallways on the far side of the basement, and they spotted their unsub sat against a fence at about the same time that Reid and Prentiss did.
“Come on… Come on…” the mutters of frustration echoed around the space as the team silently converged in their killer.
“Full coverage in thirty seconds Y/N, I need you to get out.” Garcia demanded down the radio. “Clarkson you have to get out.”
“It’s all fine Garcia, I promise you.” Clarkson said at the same time that Husin’s phone gained signal again, and sent the command to the detonator in the ambulance.
“FBI, hands up.” Rossi demanded, the five agents surrounding Husin. They stood strong, united, and none of them let fear get the better of them as Garcia let out a cry on the headset.
“Oh my God!” She squealed, no doubt witnessing the explosion that the team were feeling below their feet, and hearing from over a mile away.
“Put it down. It’s over.” Hotch instructed Husin, who held a knife to his throat, but he had made it up his mind. The action was quick, remorseless, trained, the blood splattering on the team’s shoes before their unsub’s head slumped forward and his stolen uniform became soaked in his own blood.
The static that filled the ears of the BAU as they looked onto a dead man’s body was deafening, the tension in the air palpable as they awaited any sort of response from Clarkson. Garcia’s terrified words were still ringing in their heads, and the explosion was so big the earth beneath them had trembled for a moment. Sirens could be heard in the distance.
“Garcia, do you have eyes on Clarkson?!” Reid shouted down the radio, the first to enter reality once more, but none of the team reprimanded him. They were all feeling the same way.
“I’ll check.”
Prentiss could feel herself tearing up, Rossi was about to pull out the earpiece altogether in rage, when the static on the radio disappeared, then reappeared again.
“Garcia!” Reid demanded once more, only to be meant by an uncharacteristic response.
“Shit shit shit! Ow!” A familiar voice came through their earpieces, and Morgan had to let out a laugh. In fact, all of the team did, even Garcia in the command outpost could be heard over the radio. There was a moment of silence, followed by a cough. “Apologies for the language… My jacket was on fire. Could somebody please come pick me up?” Clarkson asked over the radio with a relieved laugh, Garcia pinging her location over to Prentiss and Reid, thereby designating them to pick up duty.
“We’ll see you at the hotel later.” Hotch offered to the two agents, who nodded and jogged towards their SUV to pick up their teammate while the rest of the BAU dealt with the mess that was the hospital.
The relief and joy of knowing Clarkson was safe was short lasting when taking into account the chaos around them, and the countless dead by the hands of Almusif.
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Woodsbridge, Virginia.
Kate’s funeral took place just over two weeks later, but Clarkson didn’t attend. She wouldn’t feel right there, and the team understood. As they went and said their goodbyes, Clarkson spent the day off in her garden, taking her own time to grieve, in her own way. Weeding away the pesky plants that had appeared while she had been gone on cases, power-washing away the moss and turning over the soil on her flower beds. With each rose bush she pruned, her sadness dissipated, and she took time to dig out a new bed on the garden’s west side, planting two new bushes there.
That day was spent well, and when it came time to clear away her tools and make dinner, Clarkson made one last stop at her post box down the drive, wiping her hands free of dirt on a rag before picking out the mail, sifting through bills to find a postcard amongst the letters and parcels.
Her fingers ran over the sharp edges of the rectangular card, depicting a picture of somewhere Y/N had yet to visit in the US: Wamego, Kansas. She made a mental note to ask Dr Reid the next day at work about it as she headed inside, setting the rest of her post down, and walking through to the sparkling clean kitchen with the postcard in hand.
Her name was printed on the back in neat handwriting, but not her address, though she didn’t think it too odd. A number code sat at the bottom, which a neighbour had explained was a new digital address system that kept everything stored on a database the postal service used. She had asked when she first began receiving such postcards, skeptical at first, but soon her fears and suspicions diminished once she came up with an idea of who was sending them. In the top left hand corner, a single rose had been drawn, using felt tips pens that also wrote the message below:
I know you’d love it here in Kansas.
With a smile, and not much more thought put into the postcard, for she knew plenty of army friends who would send cards to her, and had even received some recently from the same addresser.
Instead, she headed upstairs and placed it in a locked study drawer where four more postcards sat, similar to the most recent in design and message, and made her way back downstairs to eat freezer food, a little happier at heart to know someone was thinking of her.
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Keeping Secrets Ch. 14
Keeping Secrets Masterlist
Pairing: DamonxOc, Currently Tylerxoc, Elijahxoc, then Klausxoc endgame.
Katie put on a black dress and matching flats then picked Tyler up and headed to Vicki’s funeral. They got to the church early and were sitting outside when Katie decided she could no longer stand the silence. “So, what do you think Vicki would think about you being with me?” Katie asked not knowing what else to talk about.
He just shook his head. “She probably wouldn’t care. I treated her like crap.” He said as he leaned forward and placed his elbows on his knees. “Kinda feels like I don’t even have the right to miss her.” he said with a shake of his head as he looked down at his hands.
Katie leaned forward mimicking his position. “Did you care about her?” Katie asked and he looked at her to see that she wasn’t jealous or judging, just asking a simple question.
“I did.” He admitted. “I just never showed it because I knew my parents didn’t like her.”
She wanted to point out that his parents didn’t like her either, but he was still good to her. Instead of questioning him about it she tried to make him feel better. “Then you have every right to grieve her.” Katie assured him.
When the funeral was over Katie drove Tyler home, walked with him to his door and gave him a hug and a kiss. She was walking away from the house when Carol called, “Katie.” She stopped and turned back to see Carol walking over to her so she met her half way.
“Yes ma’am?” Kate asked, wondering what she’d done wrong this time.
“I know we got off on the wrong foot, finding you in bed with my son…” she wrinkled her nose and gave her head a slow shake at the memory, “was kind of a shock, but Tyler explained how your grandfather treats you and that he was just giving you a safe place for the night. I realized after I calmed down that you were fully clothed and on top of the blankets.” Katie had her hands behind her back, picking at her cuticles. “I want you to know that while I understand the situation, you will not be sleeping in the same bed as my son again.”
“Yes ma’am. I completely understand.” Katie replied taking her hands from behind her back to swing them nervously at her sides. “It won’t happen again.” She made a strike out movement with her hands.
“That being said, I wanted to thank you for being there for Tyler through all this Vicki stuff.” She told her with a small smile. “It means a lot.”
“It’s really no big deal.” She told her with an awkward shrug.
“Regardless, I appreciate it.” she told her again. “Anyway, don’t be a stranger, okay? You’re welcome here anytime and if you need to get away from your grandfather on occasion you can use our guest room.”
“Wow, really?” Katie asked a little shocked.
“Really.” Carol told her with a polite smile.
“Thank you.”
TVDTVDTVD
"Are you sure about this?" Damon asked as they pulled up to Katie's house.
She took in a deep breath looking at her childhood home through the passenger window of the moving truck that Damon was driving. "We've already packed up my stuff and the queen bed frame that you insisted I take even though I would be fine with my old twin bed. I'm doing this."
“Okay.” Damon pushed his door open and they both got out and headed to the house. Her grandpa wasn't home at the moment so Katie grabbed the hide-a-key rock out of the fake plant on the front porch and opened the door for them.
“Actually I change my mind. I want my parent’s room.” She said as she led him to the room her grand father had made his and opened the door. It was three times the size of her old room and had it's own separate bathroom.
“Okay no problem.” He clapped his hands and rubbed them together. “Let's get to work.” By the time her grandfather got home from work they had moved his stuff to her father's old office, the smallest room in the house, and moved all of Katie’s things into her parent’s bedroom.
Her grandfather walked in to see them sitting on his couch, both of them drinking his beer. “What the hell are you doing in my house?” He asked glaring at Katie and Damon.
Damon hopped up and walked over to the old, too buff, too tan man with a snarl of a smile and clapped his hand down on his shoulder. “Katie, wanna go up to your new room while the old man and I have a little chat?”
"Gladly." Katie answered and took her beer upstairs with her, taking a swig of it as she passed her grandpa.
After ten or so minutes Damon came upstairs and plopped down on the bed. “It's done.” He tucked his hands behind his head. “He won't bother you and I even told him to let Tyler stay the night if you want him too.”
“What?” Katie asked looking at him with big eyes. “Why would you do that? You hate me being with Tyler.”
“Yeah, but I like you more than I hate him.” He said with a shrug as he got up and headed for the door.
“Hey.” Katie called making him stop and look back at her. She walked over and wrapped her arms around his shoulders. “Thank you.”
“Anytime, Katie Cat.” He told her as she let go of him. “Or am I still not allowed to call you that?” He asked with a playful quirk of his brows and a smirk.
“I think you've earned back the rights to the nickname.” She told him with a small smile.
“And you better not have changed my name in your phone.” He grabbed the doorframe as he walked further out, still looking at her.
“I haven't, but if Tyler sees it I'll have no choice.” She warned him.
“Yeah, yeah.” He rolled his eyes and walked off.
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Katie headed down stairs and her grandfather, who had been sitting in his recliner, saw her dressed in a tight, navy blue dress with a lace back that stopped at her waist line and heals and he got up. “Where are you going?”
She stopped at the door and turned to look at him. “The founder’s kick off party. I’m hoping to make it onto the Miss Mystic Falls court, so I have to attend all of these stupid parties.” She explained, trying with every bone in her body to play nice.
“Oh, well, have a good time and don’t get into trouble.” He told her as he stumbled back to his chair. Katie tilted her head at him, finding it odd that he had nothing bad to say, then assumed Damon had compelled him to not say bad things to her anymore.
“You used to drag me to all of these events when I was a kid, why don’t you go anymore?” she asked out of pure curiosity.
“Big bad Mayor Lockwood decided that he’s too good to be friends with me. So I said fuck him.” He answered talking with his hands while holding his beer in one.
“Right, well, goodnight.” Katie told him finding the whole exchange between them to be off putting.
When she got to the party she found Tyler and his father talking to Matt and Kelly. When Tyler saw her she gave him a smile and a small wave. As soon as he and his father were done talking to the grieving family Tyler walked around to the bar that Katie knew was on the other side of the wall the walked back around with a bottle of alcohol in his hand. “Check it out!” he whisper yelled as he walked over to Katie and Matt.
“Dude, your dad’s going to totally beat you down if he catches you.” Matt said as the two of them started walking off.
“Yeah, let him try.” Tyler said as he took the cap off of the bottle.
“Alright, screw it.” Matt took the bottle from Tyler and took a swig.
Tyler looked behind him to see that Katie wasn’t following them, but instead stood where she had been since she saw him. “Hey, come on, booze…distracted parents…fun…this way.” He told her not moving from where he stood near Matt.
“Yeah, that’s…not really my thing.” She said with a wrinkled nose and a shake of her head.
He finally walked over to her, “Come on, it’s not like I’m asking you to get high with me, it’s just booze.”
Katie couldn’t help but notice that he hadn’t told her hi, or kissed her or anything and it was really bugging her even though she knew it was a stupid thing to be mad about. “Look, Tyler, I just somehow got your mom to like me. I’m not going to screw that up by getting caught drinking with you at your parent’s party.”
“God, you really are a goody, goody. Go kiss my moms ass. I’m gonna go have fun.” He told her with a hard face and a glare then started walking away.
“Tyler, come on, don’t be like that.” she called but he kept on walking.
Damon walked by and saw Katie looking down at the floor with a frown on her face. “Hey,” Katie’s eyes shot up to him and she forced the displeased look off of her face. “You okay?” he walked over looking around for Tyler. “Where’s your boyfriend?”
“I’m fine and I don’t want to talk about it.” she answered as she crossed her arms over her chest. “I’m gonna go home.” She tried to walk around him, but he grabbed her upper arm, gently stopping her. “Damon, please let me go.”
He moved to stand in front of her and let go of her arm. “You didn’t get all dressed up and spend…” he looked over her hair and make up, “and hour in front of the mirror just to leave twenty minutes into the party.” She just looked at him blankly. She was hiding the fact that she wanted to cry and Damon felt like finding Tyler and ripping his head off. Instead he held his hand out to her. “Dance with me.”
“Damon, I-”
“Just one dance.” He cut her off. “Then you can go find your boyfriend and give him a piece of your mind.” She couldn’t say no to the pleading look in his eyes.
“Fine, one dance.” She told him with a small smile and a nod.
1901 by phoenix started playing when they walked over to the bar where Elena stood watching Stefan dancing to the up beat song with Kelly. "Have I entered an alternate universe where Stefan is fun?" Damon asked Elena.
"Is he drunk?" Katie asked with raised brows.
"Yes." Elena and Damon answered at the same time.
"Is he going to be okay?" Elena asked Damon.
"Eventually." Elena just looked at him then back at Stefan. "One way or another." He looked at Katie and jerked his head to the dance floor. "Let's dance."
"No, no, no. I agreed to dance with you when there was slow music playing." Katie argued. "I don't know how to dance to this."
"I'll show you, come on." He grabbed her hand and pulled her onto the dance floor.
She was on the dance floor with Damon when Tyler walked in. All his eyes could see was Damon's hands on her hips as they moved to the music and the way Damon was looking at her ass in the tight dress. He had been looking for her to apologize for treating her the way he had, but she looked just fine without him. So he snuck a glass of vodka from the bar and walked off.
When the song was over Damon excused himself from her and she moved to the bar to people watch. Elena and Matt were dancing when Stefan cut in. Shortly after Katie watched as Elena bumped into a guy then Stefan made the guy apologize twice and shoved him. Stefan was walking away as Damon walked up beside Katie and asked the bartender for bourbon. "I'll totally sneak you a drink if you want it." He offered, holding up his drink to her.
"I said no to Tyler. I’m not going to say yes to you.” Katie replied and pushed the drink away.
"Wait he ditched you because you didn't want to drink?" He asked with a disbelieving look.
"With him and Matt and risk getting caught, yeah." Katie added with a nod.
"The kids an idiot." He told her and she couldn’t help but love the way his mouth moved when he said the word idiot.
"He's not an idiot. He's a normal teen boy just looking to have fun with his fuddy duddy of a girlfriend." She argued.
"Hey." Damon said dipping his head into her line of view to get her to look him in the eyes, "You're not a fuddy duddy."
"Have you noticed what your brothers been up to?" Elena asked as she walked over to stand on the other side of Damon and took an olive off of the tray on the bar.
"Nope I've been too preoccupied with yours." Damon replied as he turned his head to look at her.
"I'm gonna go find Tyler." Katie said then walked away. She had been looking for him for a while when she ran into Matt. "Hey, have you seen Tyler?"
"No, have you seen my mom?" Matt asked.
"No, wanna join forces?" Katie asked.
"Sure, why not?" He sighed and they started walking the house over. "Have you looked outside?"
Katie shook her head no and they headed out back Katie looked one way and Matt looked the other. Her heart dropped to her feet when her eyes landed on Kelly’s hands and lips on Tyler’s face.
"Tyler?" Katie asked making Matt look at his mom and Tyler making out with each other.
"What the hell are you doin' man?" Matt yelled as he rushed over and pulled Tyler back.
"Dude, calm down." Tyler said with his hands held up in surrender, but Matt punched him in the face, starting a fist fight that knocked Kelly to the ground as Tyler tackled Matt and started wailing on him. "Tyler! Tyler stop it!" Katie yelled at him, but it fell on deaf ears. "Somebody help!" Katie yelled and soon Alaric ran over and pulled Tyler off of Matt. With Tyler out of the way Katie went to Matt and kneeled down next to him. "Matt..." Katie sighed taking in his bloody face as Tyler's dad urged him back inside.
"I'm sorry." Matt said with a shake of his head.
“You have nothing to apologize for.” Katie told him with a sigh as she stood up and held her hand out to him.
She was pulling Matt to his feet when Elena ran out of the house and over to Matt and Katie. "Oh my god, Matt, what happened are you okay?"
Katie pulled Elena back a little as she whispered. "Keep him out if the house and away from Stefan." Elena gave her friend a nod. "I'm going to go get a wet rag or something."
Katie got a wet rag from one of the bathrooms then gave it to Elena and Matt. Since Elena had Matt covered Katie went back inside. She was sitting in an empty office, watching the fire in the fireplace when Tyler found her. "What are you doing in here?" He asked as he came inside and closed the door.
"I needed to get away for a minute and try to figure out what to say to you." She answered turning her hurt eyes on him.
"I'm so sorry. I don’t know what came over me." He said as he came over and sat down next to her.
"I know you are. It's written all over your face." She told him as she examined his wide, sad eyes.
"You have all right to break up with me." He told her looking down at her hand on the couch between them.
"Is that why you did it? To get me to break up with you so you don't have to?" She asked.
"I did it because I saw you dancing with Damon." He answered going from ashamed to pissed in the blink of an eye.
"Wow." Katie blinked at him. "Damon is my friend, Tyler, and if you and I are going to make this work," she motioned between the two of them, "then you are going to have to trust me when I tell you that you are the only guy I want to be with."
"How am I supposed to believe that when he constantly looks at you like he wants to eat you?" Tyler asked.
"Because that's him looking at me, not the other way around." She answered. "Besides, I wouldn't have been dancing with him at all if you hadn't ditched me to get wasted with Matt." Tyler just glared at her for a few seconds then looked away. “Look,” Katie stood up and looked down at him. “We’ve both obviously gotten pissed at each other and lashed out like stupid little kids. Why don’t we take a break for a few days? Try to figure out if we even still want there to be an us.”
“Yeah, sure, whatever.” Tyler said with a glare at her as he stood up then left the room.
She walked out of the room to see that people were gathering to hear Mayor Lockwood make his kick off speech. So not wanting to be rude and leave before the speech Katie joined everyone that was gathered around. “Are you okay?” she heard someone asked her quietly while John Gilbert made his speech, and looked over to see Alaric standing to her left.
“I’m fine.” She told him with a polite smile.
“You just caught your boyfriend making out with his best friend’s mom. You can’t be fine.” He told her and she looked away from him.
“You know too much about your student’s personal lives.” She whispered to him.
“Only the ones involved with vampires.” He whispered back.
“Look at his right hand.” Damon said to Alaric as he moved to stand on his other side.
“Whose?” Alaric asked sounding like he really didn’t care.
“The town’s favorite son. Look at his ring.” Damon said and looked at Alaric then noticed Katie standing beside him with her arms crossed over her chest and a frown on her face.
Katie looked at John’s ring as he pulled the rope, ringing the kick off bell. “That looks like mine.” Alaric said aloud.
“Yeah, and that would be a big coincidence if he hadn’t just come back from the dead five minutes ago.” Damon said whispering the last three words.
“You killed him?” Katie asked and Damon hummed a positive answer. “Too bad he didn’t stay dead. I hate that guy.”
Alaric turned his head to Katie giving her a disapproving look and she just shrugged with a ‘what’ face. “Where the hell did you get that ring?” Damon asked taking Alaric’s attention off of her.
“Isobel, my wife.” He answered.
Damon laughed. “Who gave birth to Elena under the medical care of the esteemed Dr. Grayson Gilbert, John’s brother.” Damon whispered.
“You think John knew Isobel?” Alaric asked.
“I think John knows a lot of things.” Damon answered.
“Okay, I’m leaving. See you two later.” She said as she gave them both a forced smile and headed out.
When she walked into her front door she saw her grandfather passed out in his recliner. With a scoff she left him there, grabbed a bottle of his Jack Daniels out of the kitchen cabinet and headed up stairs to her room. Feeling tired, hurt and like a hypocrite for being mad at Tyler for kissing someone who wasn’t her when she had kissed Damon, she sat down at her desk and uncapped the bottle.
Green eyes stared back at her in the mirror that hung on the wall in front of her and she turned them down to the sparkling pendant that rested on her chest as she tilted her head back and took a drink. Thinking about Damon and what Tyler had said about him, she picked it up and looked down at it. The sapphire star sparkled up at her as if it was judging her for being with Tyler when her heart was so clearly with Damon.
But she didn’t want to be with Damon. She wanted to be happy with someone else, with Tyler. Up until tonight he had been so sweet to her, but she couldn’t help wondering if he had made up his mind that he couldn’t be better to a girl, he couldn’t make it up to Vicki by being with Katie. “Thinking about me?” She heard Damon behind her and turned around to see him sitting on her bed with one of her pillows in his lap.
“No, Tyler, actually.” She told him as she let go of the pendant, grabbed the bottle and moved to sit on the bed with him.
“Did you two break up?” he asked as he put the pillow behind his head and laid back.
“We’re taking a break.” She corrected as she put her lips to the bottle and tilted her head back.
“You know that’s better on ice right?” he asked with a nod to the bottle.
“It won’t stay on the ice long enough to make a difference.” She said as she wiped her lips. “Why are you here?”
“I wanted to let you know to stay clear of John Gilbert. He pretty much threatened to hurt you if I step out of line.” He said as he sat up and grabbed the bottle from her.
“Hey!” she said as she tried to grab it back, but he dodged her and took a drink. “Give it back.”
“There’s a reason I prefer bourbon.” He said as he handed her the bottle back. “And you know it’s not good to drink alone?” he asked as she took another drink.
“Better alone than with you.” she said recalling the last time she got drunk.
“Come on, you’re on a break. Your allowed.” He told her with a seductive look that he knew she wouldn’t be able to resist.
“That’s not what a break is for.” She shook her head.
“Sure it is.” He argued as he sat up and took the bottle from her again. This time she didn’t protest. “Back to why I came here.” He paused to take a drink then handed her the bottle back. “John knows too much.”
“How much is too much?” Katie asked before she tilted the bottle back then swallowed and wiped her lips with the back of her hand, driving Damon crazy.
“Everything and more.” Damon took the bottle from her and took another drink. “He knows about Katherine, about me opening the tomb to find her that she wasn’t in there to begin with he knows…everything.”
Katie took the bottle from him and took a bigger drink than usual. “Why don’t you just cut his ring off and kill him?” she frowned at the words that just left her mouth. “God you’re a bad influence.”
Damon rolled his eyes and took the bottle from her knowing that if she didn’t stop she was going to be hugging the toilet pretty soon. “Don’t blame me.” He told her then took a drink. “If I kill him, everything he knows is going to get leaked to the council and he will have you killed. It’s bad enough that those tomb vamps are getting too much attention from them and now with Stefan on the fritz…”
“How is he by the way? He disappeared tonight.” She asked trying to take the bottle from him but he pulled it away. “Gimme it, Damon.”
“Nope.” he told her and she made a grab for it and fell into his lap. He smirked down at her head on his legs.
She sighed and pushed herself back into a sitting position with her legs tucked to the side so she wouldn’t be indecent in the dress that she still wore. “Fine, keep it.”
“He’s not coping well at all and if he doesn’t get it under control he’s going to bring the council down on us with no help from John.” He said then took a drink from the bottle.
“He’s not going to hurt Elena is he?” she asked looking tired as she stood up, but stumbled in her heels even though they were the thick kind.
“No, but you might hurt yourself if you don’t take those shoes off.” he said and she sat on the side of the bed and took off her shoes, letting them fall to the floor with a thump.
With them out of the way she walked over to her closet and grabbed a tank top, then a pair of shorts out of the dresser. “Unzip me?” Katie asked, sweeping her waves to the side as she turned her back on him.
“With pleasure.” He answered as he stood up and placed his hand on her shoulder as the other one pulled the zipper down her back.
She sighed as his hands slipped the straps from her shoulders and the top fell to gather around her hips, the bottom of the dress too tight to fall off her body. A laugh betrayed her when he grabbed the bottom of the dress and jerked it down. “Hey, easy this stupid thing wasn’t exactly cheap.”
“If it’s stupid why did you buy it?” he asked as she turned around, covering her chest with her arms.
“Because I’ve worn all my other dresses to public events twice and that’s my limit.” She explained as she turned from him and grabbed her tank top. “Plus I thought it would get Tyler all hot and bothered.” She sighed and grabbed her shorts.
“Oh it got someone all hot and bothered, but it wasn’t Tyler.” He told her in a deep voice as he grabbed her hips and pulled her against him, the evidence pressed into her rear.
“Damon…” she sighed fighting her desires. “I can’t… I’m too drunk and I’m with Tyler.” Her body defied her words as she leaned back against him, dropped her shorts and lifted her arm to grab the back of his head.
“Drunk sex is the best.” He told her as he started kissing her neck. “And you’re on a break, you’re allowed.”
“Son of a bitch.” She growled, coming to her senses as she turned in his arms and pushed him away. “I can’t, Damon. Stop trying to get me to be somebody that I’m not!”
“I’m trying to get you to realize that you don’t belong with him!” Damon yelled back. “Figure out who you want and stop leading us on.”
“I will when you will!” She told him with a flared nostril glare.
He whooshed out of her open window without another word.
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It Started With A Kiss. Part 14
Staring down into the cot Duffy watched as her son slept soundly. Even though it had been almost a week now she still couldn't believe he was finally home. Despite his traumatic start in life he was now thriving, weighing in at 7lbs 13oz and growing every day.
Reaching the top of the stairs Charlie chuckled to himself, not in the least bit surprised to find Duffy once again in Matthew's nursery. Entering the room he attempted to be quiet enough so as not to awaken his son but still make enough noise that he wouldn't startle Duffy either.
Sensing Charlie's presence behind her Duffy looked up just as he placed his hands gently on her shoulders. Tilting her head to one side she rested her cheek against the back of his hand.
"Why don't you come downstairs and have a cuppa while he's sleeping? Give yourself a break?" He whispered.
"No, I'd rather stay up here. That way I can hear him if he needs me." She countered.
Charlie sighed and rolled his eyes. He'd known she was going to say that. He gave her shoulders a quick squeeze before stepping out of the room. He reappeared seconds later holding what looked like two walkie talkies. He plugged one into the wall and placed it next to the Matthew's cot before holding the other out towards Duffy.
"Plug that in by the bed and go have a lie down. You'll be able to hear him if he needs you." He could see she remained unconvinced. "Please get some rest or you'll end up back in hospital." He warned.
Duffy glared, preparing to argue but as she opened her mouth to speak a yawn escaped. "Fine!" she whispered sharply, snatching the monitor from his hand and skulking from the room. Charlie shook his head before once more heading back downstairs.
About an hour later Charlie was roused from a semi asleep state on the sofa by the sound of knocking from the front door. Concerned that the noise would awaken Duffy and Matthew he quickly dragged himself up and opened the door. On the doorstep stood a woman he didn't recognise. If he had to hazard a guess he'd say she was in her mid-forties. Before he had chance to ask who she was she spoke.
"Oh at last I get to meet the ever elusive Charlie!" She sneered.
"I... Erm..?" He stammered.
Seeing Charlie's obvious confusion Kate rolled her eyes and sighed.
Recognition suddenly lit up on Charlie's face. He'd seen that expression many times before. "Ah, you must be Duffy's mum! She didn't mention you'd be visiting today."
"Lisa is my daughter yes." Kate replied sternly.
Charlie forced a smile. "They're both asleep right now but you're welcome to come in." He stepped aside to allow her to enter. "Would you like a tea or coffee?"
"Tea will be fine." She replied as she made her way into the hallway. Charlie sighed inwardly, closing the door, rubbing his hand across the back of his neck as he did so. He glanced cautiously towards the stairs before heading through to the kitchen.
He'd barely gotten the kettle filled and switched on before Kate began her interrogation.
"So when is the wedding?" She demanded.
"What wedding?" He replied, deciding to play dumb but knowing it probably wouldn't work.
"The one where you give my daughter and grandson some respectability." Kate shot back.
"We're happy the way we are." Charlie explained calmly.
"You mean you're happy with things the way they are. You've got it made - all the fun bits of having a family without any of the strings to tie you down too firmly." Kate accused.
"Have you even spoken to Duffy about any of this? Because I don't think marriage is what she wants." Charlie countered, trying his best to continue to stay calm, for Duffy's sake if nothing else, the last thing she needed right now was him starting a fight with her mum in their kitchen.
"And how would you know that? You've barely known her five minutes! I'm her mother, I raised her to behave properly!"
"Some mother! Where have you been this last year? She really needed you, she's been through so much yet you weren't there. She's struggled and suffered but you were too wrapped up in your own life to notice!"
"What are you talking about? What's happened to her?"
Realising he'd said too much already, Charlie panicked, desperately trying to think of how to stop the situation from escalating further. He didn't have chance to speak though as Kate suddenly rose from her seat and strode into the hallway.
"I want to speak to my daughter right now. Alone!" She demanded.
"She's asleep. Please keep your voice down before..." Too late. Matthew's cries began to echo down the stairs. Charlie rushed to go get him but only made it as far as the third step before he heard Duffy's sleepy sounding voice speak to their son.
"Its OK, mama's got you. What's upset you?" She soothed as she headed towards the stairs to find Charlie.
As her concentration was on calming her crying baby Duffy didn't immediately notice her mother stood just behind Charlie until she spoke.
"I don't appreciate hearing from your commitment shy sorry excuse for a boyfriend that you've been having problems! You should have come to me Lisa."
Duffy looked from her mum to Charlie and back again a couple of times, her face a mask of confusion. "Huh?" She questioned, as she tried to sooth Matthew who was still crying and fussing in her arms.
"Oh give him here for goodness sakes!" Kate demanded, aspirated with the amount of noise her grandson was making.
"No, he's just hungry that's all." Duffy shot back.
"I'll go make him a bottle." Charlie quickly commented, thankful for an excuse to escape the tense atmosphere that was developing in the hallway.
"You're bottle feeding him?" Kate questioned, her distaste for the idea plain to hear.
"Yes." Duffy's reply sounded firm and confident but inside the guilt once again began to gnaw at her. She felt this was yet another way in which she had let her son down and didn't need her mother highlighting her failures. Her confidence further disintegrated as she felt her mother's judgmental gaze begin it's assessment of her.
"I was up all night with Matthew..." Duffy began weakly, attempting to head off her mother's criticisms.
"He's six weeks old Lisa, you should be getting him into a routine by now." Kate chided.
"I'm trying mum. He's only been home for a few days, we're still getting used to everything."
"Well you need to try harder. Especially if you're still entertaining the crazy idea of going back to work." Kate paused, shaking her head. "You also might want to take a look at your appearance. Believe me, men don't find frumpy, messy women attractive."
Duffy opened her mouth to reply but all that came out was a strangled sounding sob. She didn't want to show how much her mother's comments had stung her but her emotions were still all over the place. She took a breath. "I..." She began but anything she might have said was cut off as Charlie returned from the kitchen carrying a bottle. She reached out and quickly snatched it from his hand before swiftly turning and dashing back up the stairs without a word.
Charlie watched her leave, confused by her sudden outburst. He looked back towards Kate for an explanation but the older woman's face was unreadable.
"I... Erm... I'm guessing she wants to try and get Matthew resettled. I... Er... Best go give her a hand." He turned to follow Duffy up the stairs but then paused and turned back to Kate. "I'll see you out first though."
A couple of minutes later Charlie finally reached the top of the stairs and braced himself for what he might find as he could still hear Matthew's screams. Popping his head around the nursery door he found the room empty. He then heard a sob break through during a brief pause in his son's cries. The noise had come from their bedroom.
Entering the room Charlie sighed sadly at the scene that greeted him. Matthew lay in the centre of the bed, his face red from screaming, his little arms and legs wriggling in frustration. His bottle lay on its side next to him. What drew Charlie's attention most, however, was Duffy who lay curled up in a ball on the bed sobbing. What the hell had happened whilst he'd been in the kitchen? Crossing the room he gently picked up his son and held him against his chest, rubbing his back til he calmed enough to take his bottle.
Duffy briefly looked up at the sounds of Matthew feeding. Why hadn't he done that when she'd tried? Charlie smiled at her but she couldn't meet his gaze. What did he see in her? She was clearly a total failure. She buried her head back in the duvet and began sobbing once more.
Charlie was still at a loss to explain her sudden shift in mood. He'd considered the idea that it could just be that she was so tired or her hormones bouncing around all over the place but something deep down told him it was more than that. He sighed, why wouldn't she open up to him? He thought they'd fixed this, that he'd shown her that she could trust and rely on him but it seemed he'd been mistaken. Charlie was pulled from his thoughts as Matthew finished his bottle and began to squirm in his father's arms. He shifted the baby up over his shoulder and gently rubbed his back, pleased that he didn't bring up his feed when he burped.
As Matthew settled back in his arms Charlie looked over at Duffy. She'd stopped crying but had yet to look up again. He thought she might have fallen asleep but then she sniffled. He reached out a hand and gently rubbed her shoulder.
"Duf? Sweetheart, please talk to me. What's wrong? Did you have an argument with your mum?" He questioned gently.
"No." She mumbled into the sheet, still refusing to met Charlie's gaze.
"Something has clearly upset you. You were fine when I went to make up the bottle."
"I'm just tired. That's all." She insisted.
Charlie placed the now fast asleep Matthew back on the middle of the bed and sat down next to where Duffy lay. He brushed away the strands of hair that had stuck to her reddened, tear soaked cheeks and tucked them behind her ear. "I want to help but I can't if you don't tell me what's wrong."
"She thinks I'm useless." Duffy sighed, her voice barely a whisper.
"So the two of you did have an argument..?"
"She's right."
"What?"
"I am useless."
Charlie sighed, placing a finger under her chin and tilting it so she'd look at him properly. "You are not useless." He told her firmly but gently.
"I couldn't even get Matti to take his bottle!" She sighed, utterly defeated.
"I think babies just like to play up when they know you're struggling." Charlie shrugged. "He's asleep now so I think we should pop him down in his cot and have a nap ourselves. I don't know about you but I'm exhausted."
She reluctantly agree, crawling under the duvet as Charlie took Matthew through to the nursery. Within moments of her head hitting the pillow she was asleep.
Charlie sighed as he arrived back in the bedroom. He wrapped his arms around her as he got into the bed. "You're doing amazing." He whispered. "I just wish you could see that." He placed a kiss on her cheek and went to sleep alongside her.
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Whumptober Day 14
Whumptober Day 14 Prompt: “Fever”
Going with alternate prompt #3 this time, instead of prompt #14 (which was supposed to have been tear-stained). I guess there are some tears in this (and weirdly, not a whole lot of mention of fever?), but the tear-stained prompt as a whole didn’t work for me whereas the fever one was what inspired this, even if the POV character doesn’t really think about fever until the end.
It didn’t go in the direction I had planned and ended up being longer than intended, but this is the way I roll. Eh, I’m not gonna overthink this. It is what it is. Once again this is not heavily edited.
CW: vague and super-brief references to childhood abuse; what might be seen as a brief incident of domestic abuse (but accidental? I’m not sure really how to tag that without being spoilery?)
Characters: Luke, Charlie, Kate
The world had gone all topsy-turvy on Luke.
When his eyes opened, he was staring down at adobe-coloured tiles about three feet from his face. It took him a long time to sort out whether he was looking at the floor, the ceiling or a wall, but eventually it was the pressure around his face – a cushioned circle that left his eyes, nose and mouth exposed while supporting his forehead and chin – that told him he was facing downward. It took him even longer to realize he was lying facedown on a massage table, his head on the special headrest.
He didn’t remember going for a massage. He couldn’t remember anything from the past several hours, but he was absolutely positive he wasn’t scheduled in for any sort of massage or physical therapy, despite how often Charlie tried to badger him into taking better care of himself.
Luke decided this was the worst massage he’d ever had. The room was too bright and way too cold, and there wasn’t soothing instrumental music or nature sounds playing, nor could he smell incense or fancy massage oil. And he knew this wasn’t something Charlie or Kate had set up as a sort of romantic gesture, because either of them would use candles and there’d be a bottle of wine and some nice glasses set along one of the shelves instead of plain white towels and an assortment of feel-good self-help books.
Instead of music or the sound of waterfalls or ocean waves Luke could hear two people arguing over him, familiar voices speaking over each other in a sort of whisper-shout. Kate and Charlie didn’t sound angry, exactly; more like … scared? And maybe … frustrated? Luke spent a few seconds trying to make out what they were hissing back and forth, but even once he did his current circumstances still didn’t make any sense.
“—need to know what it was!” That was Charlie’s voice, full of frantic energy.
“I told you, I don’t know!” Of the two of them, Kate was the one who sounded closer to being angry, but Luke couldn’t figure out who or what she was angry with. He could tell that they were standing very close to him, possibly on opposite sides of where he lay on the massage table. He wished he was facing upwards, so he could see their faces and make better sense of what was going on. “He’s the one who would know! He’s the smart one!”
Oh, Katie, Luke thought, frowning down at the floor. Intelligence and education was the one area where Kate’s incredible confidence was lacking thanks to her unorthodox childhood. She was smart – he knew that for a fact – but she’d missed out on a formal education. In this instance, however, Luke had the sneaking suspicion they weren’t talking about something she should have learned in history or science, but rather something Luke had been taught as a result of his own unorthodox childhood. Although in Luke’s case, his background was actually fairly standard – for a Knight of Oberon. So-called “normal” kids probably didn’t get educated on the different types of things that went bump in the night, but sometimes Luke thought the world might be benefited if they were.
“—not saying you’re not!” Charlie hissed, and Luke had the sense that he’d missed the thread of the argument somewhere, because now his boyfriend sounded both frustrated and conciliatory.
“Stop fightin’,” Luke mumbled down at the floor. Charlie and Kate both immediately fell into a sort of stunned silence. “You’re both pretty.”
Kate huffed out a startled laugh, but Charlie just sniffed in a way that made Luke wonder if he’d been crying at some point. Or maybe it was allergies. Maybe allergies were the reason Luke couldn’t smell massage oil or incense.
“How do you feel?” Charlie asked, his voice sounding somewhat wet and thick.
For a brief moment Luke thought that seemed like an odd question – and then something, possibly just a current of air, moved over the exposed skin of his back and suddenly his world was on fire.
Pain like the edge of a heated blade seared across his back from the nape of his neck down to the base of his spine. It was hot and sharp and deep, like each individual cut slashed right down through muscle and bone into the very core of him, and he could feel each line as a separate fiery agony. He had never been more aware of just how much skin he had, how broad his back was, how many nerve endings there were and how each and every single one of them could scream out in separate and discordant pain. The only other time he’d felt anything even remotely like this was –
Fire.
FIRE!
Sudden panic swept through him at the familiar agony of flames. He was burnt. He was on fire. He was on fire!
Luke shot up like he was spring-loaded, lunging upwards and backwards as though the table underneath him was the source of the flames. His limbs were weak and uncoordinated and he flailed awkwardly, lashing out with his fists as he struggled to get away from the pain. One fist – his right – connected with something and there was a muffled grunt, but Luke paid it no heed, too desperate to escape the source of his agony to pay attention to his surroundings. His vision blurred and narrowed, the bright lights going dim and hazy, and as he launched himself off the massage table and his bare feet hit the tiled floor he felt his knees give way. He staggered, flailing again, this time for something to catch him before he fell. The world was swimming. There was a rushing sound in his ears and he collapsed, falling into outstretched arms.
Charlie’s grip was strong and sure as he levered Luke back up and onto the table. When Luke resisted being settled back onto his stomach on the table Charlie helped him to sit up instead, helping him to lean forward enough that he wasn’t putting any weight on the agonizing marks on his back.
“It’s all right,” Luke heard Charlie saying, as if from a great distance, “You’re safe, you’re safe. I’ve got you.”
Luke sagged forward into Charlie’s arms. It hurt, having Charlie’s hands on him, but it felt safe at the same time, the familiar strength and comfort he took from Charlie’s confident touch. After a few seconds resting like that he finally let Charlie lower him back onto the table on his stomach, although he resisted the effort to face down again, and instead propped his cheekbone on the headrest and kept his head turned to one side, facing his boyfriend. Kate seemed to have disappeared from view, and as Luke settled he realized his hand was aching and it was a new, dull pain entirely distinct from the agony of his back. He dangled his hand in front of his face and blinked in consternation at the fresh split over one of his knuckles.
“Katie-Kate?” Charlie called. He still sounded very far away even though he was standing directly over Luke’s prone form.
“’M all right,” Kate mumbled, voice muffled.
Above him Luke heard Charlie fussing and got the sense that this time it wasn’t directed at him. Kate made some kind of demurral, saying softly “It’s not broken, there’s just a lot of blood.” Luke stared down at his bloodied hand and felt his stomach give a sickening lurch.
“I’m sorry,” he said immediately. Charlie cursed under his breath – Charlie, who seldom cursed.
“What are you apologizing for?” Charlie asked him, his tone very careful.
“I don’t know,” Luke replied, feeling miserable and in pain and tremendously guilty because his knuckles were bloody and his hand hurt and he remembered lashing out and now Kate was hurt and he was almost certainly the one who’d done it. “I’m sorry.”
Suddenly Kate’s face was right in front of Luke’s, and sure enough her nose was bloody and her upper lip looked like it had been split. Her expression, however, wasn’t one of anger or disappointment. She was just calm and unfazed, pale eyes boring right into Luke’s own.
“I forgive you,” she said simply. Not It’s okay, because it wasn’t – not if he’d actually been the one to hit her. Just I forgive you, because all three of them knew that if Luke had hit her it had been in the midst of panic, that he hadn’t meant to do it, and he most certainly hadn’t been aiming for her. He had just been desperate to get away from the source of the flames that were even now licking their way up and down his back, and Kate had somehow been in the way. Then Kate grinned at him, and the blood on her face made the expression especially ghastly, but she smiled in that broad way that she did when it was just the three of them and she didn’t care about her crooked teeth or her lopsided smile. “I’m fine. I’ve taken worse hits sparring.”
That was true, but it didn’t make Luke feel a whole lot better. Still, she’d said she forgave him, and Kate didn’t lie. Not to him or Charlie. Not about things that mattered.
“I’m going to touch your back now, okay, love?” Charlie said, and it took Luke a few heartbeats to realize Charlie was speaking to him.
“Okay,” Luke said, then changed his mind. “No. No, it hurts.” He hated how weak and vulnerable he sounded, like a child in want of his parents instead of a thirty-something man who’d spent his entire life as a soldier and fighter. But his back did hurt, and moreover, it hurt in a way that was painfully, terrifyingly familiar, and he’d already lived through the agony of that torture once in his life. He didn’t want to go through it again, even with Charlie and Kate there alongside him to support him.
What he didn’t understand was why it hurt. Had he been captured again? Had the Scions of the Unforgiven taken him a second time, and was their pet sorcerer using blood magic to try and tear his body apart all over again? Or maybe the past ten years or so had simply been a pleasant dream, and he’d never been rescued, and instead he was still there, trapped inside that musty barn with his only his enemies around him. Disavowed by his Order, disowned by his family, with no hope of rescue or escape save death.
“Oh, darling,” Charlie said, and the tone of his voice was heartbreaking.
“No,” Luke said again. He tried to push himself up, to get away, but there were gentle hands on his shoulders – well away from the lines of agony that raked their way across his flesh – guiding him down again.
Charlie’s hands, Luke realized, because Kate was sprawling on the floor beneath the massage table, her face directly under Luke’s. She lay on her back, staring up at him, one hand coming up to wipe the blood away from her nose and mouth. Her dark auburn hair fanned out behind her like a ruddy halo. She stretched up and curled her hands around his wrists, drawing his arms down on either side of the headrest before threading her fingers carefully through his. One hand was slightly sticky with blood and her skin felt strangely cool against his.
“I’m right here,” she said, gazing up at him. “Charlie’s going to use his magic to heal your back –”
“As much as I can,” Charlie interrupted with a faint huff of frustration. “I don’t even know what this is.”
“Charlie’s going to fix your back,” Kate continued with determination, forcefully overriding Charlie’s protests. “And I’m going to be right here.” She gave his fingers a light squeeze, her hands small and pale against his own larger, darker hands. “Squeeze and yell as much as you want. I’m not going anywhere.”
Luke stared down at her hand, the one she’d used to wipe the blood from her face. It was, oddly enough, the one that held the hand he’d used to strike at her. The blood was a bright, vivid red across their skin, already going tacky and dry. He couldn’t tell which of it was his blood and which was hers, although he was certain the Knights of Oberon would have an opinion on the matter, what with him being descended from a line of Fae-blooded and blessed warriors, and she being the daughter of a demon. Demonic and fairy, their blood all looked the same in the end.
“Okay?” Charlie asked warily. Luke couldn’t see him, but he could picture his boyfriend’s expression easily: limpid dark eyes narrowed with concentration, lips pressed in a thin line, angular jaw set hard and firm. He was the most beautiful man Luke had ever known, made all the more beautiful when he was focused on his magic, on healing.
Kate lifted her head up enough to press a kiss to Luke’s fingers, interwoven with her own. “You got this. You’ll be all right.”
Luke sucked in a deep breath, letting it out slowly, a gentle fan that blew loose strands of hair away from Kate’s face. He nodded, chin pressed against the headrest, the fake leather cool against his skin. The room was cold – freezing, almost – and yet his skin felt sweaty and clammy. Aside from the pain of his back he felt achy, all over, but especially in his joints. It made him think of the few times in his life he had been ill – Knights were seldom sick by natural means, and he’d mostly outgrown colds by the time he was a teenager. But this was like the beginning stages of the flu, where his body was one general ache and the temperature kept fluctuating and all he wanted to do was nap until the worst of it subsided. Except that the worst of it was whatever had been done to his back, and as the pain flared out he realized he could feel each individual slash as its own separate agony. It still felt like searing flame, but also like someone had taken a razor or the tip of a knife and slashed it over him, again and again and again. What made it all the worse was the fact that he couldn’t remember what had happened or how he’d come to be in such a state, and based on Charlie’s frustration and worry Luke suspected that his partners didn’t know, either.
Charlie stroked one hand through Luke’s hair, and if it weren’t for the knowledge that doing so would put strain on already-sore back muscles, Luke would’ve tried to arch into the caress. Instead he let out another shuddering breath and squeezed Kate’s fingers. She squeezed back again. Her hands were small but solid; he knew he could squeeze as much as he needed to and she wouldn’t flinch, even if it hurt. Not that he wanted to hurt her, but that was the thing about Kate: he wasn’t afraid to. All his life he’d been mindful of his size and strength relative to other humans – either unfavorably, when he’d been a child and at the mercy of the adults in his life, or as an adult he’d been aware of how fragile normal humans were compared to him. Not with her. Not with Kate.
And not with Charlie, either. The two of them were so different from each other, but so strong in their own ways. Charlie was bright and warm and nurturing, and Kate was sharp and vivid and solid. He would never fathom what he’d done to be worthy of even one of them, much less the both of them.
“Okay,” he said, the word coming out breathy and shuddering. “I’ll be all right. Let’s do this.”
Charlie’s fingers carded through his hair a second time as Kate gave Luke another reassuring smile. Luke drew in another breath, and then Charlie’s magic washed over him and he let his partners carry the weight.
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Take the Stage: Truth
(A/N) So...as you can probably guess, this is one of the last parts. I don’t know if there’ll be one or two more parts. Anyway, I really enjoyed writing this, even though I wasn’t all too good at uploading as regularly as I’d liked. I’m working on it, don’t worry!
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Warnings: angst, blood, car crash, wounds, kidnapping, shocking stuff I guess
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It’s been a week since the threat reached the palace and Tom and I had been locked in my room. We spend our time cuddling, watching movies and series and reading. Eileen came in three times a day and brought us our food. When we requested it, she brought us snacks. We had a stock on bottled water and some soft drinks in my room and barely anyone was allowed to visit us. Will, Kate, Harry and Meghan came once and kept us company for some time, until they were told to leave. My parents visited a few times, but left rather quickly. The only faces I saw regularly were Eileen’s and Felix’s.
And Tom’s. Oh Tom. He kept me from freaking out the whole week, took care of me and never left me alone. Not even for one second. I was laying in his arms, when Felix opened the door and Eileen entered. We sat up as she put a tray with our food on the bed. “Enjoy, you two.” I smiled at her, and she turned to leave, but someone stood in her way. Felix had also entered and closed the door behind himself. A scream escaped my mouth when he punched Eileen square in the face and knocked her out. Then he pulled his gun and pointed it at us. “Stand up.” When neither Tom nor I moved his face got angry. “Stand up!” Tom grabbed my hand before he slowly stood up. “Calm down.” Felix looked at him, disgust written all over his face. “You don’t tell me what to do. Abi, get one of your scarfs and tie Tom to the bed.” I frowned at him. “Felix, what-?” “Do it!” I jumped at the volume of his voice, before I scrambled to my drawer and grabbed one of the scarfs. When I walked back to Tom, he nodded at me. “I can’t…” “You can.” Tom smiled at me, before he sat down on the bed and nodded at me. I tied his hands together, before I tied them to the bed. Quickly, I laid a small pocket knife in one of his hands, before Felix commanded me to tie another scarf around his mouth to keep him quiet. When I was finished, Felix opened the door and glanced outside. “Come. If you even try to scream or escape, I’ll shoot you.” I looked at my best friend, not recognizing him. “Come!” I pressed one last kiss against Tom’s cheek, before I walked along with Felix.
I was tempted to run, but I’d seen Felix at the shooting range and he always hits. So, I obediently walked with him, keeping my head down while he led me through the secret hallways. We reached the garage without meeting anyone. Felix had been living in the palace almost as long as me, no wonder he knew his way. He got into a car and told me to get in behind me, the darkened windows, keeping me hidden from curious eyes.
I silently sat behind him, while he drove through London. My mind was working the whole time. How could I escape? No doubt, Tom had already escaped and alerted the others, but they’d probably have no idea where Felix was driving. And neither did I. So, I really had only one option left. When Felix pulled onto one of the country roads and started to gain speed, I waited for the right moment, before I reached forward and hit him in the balls. He screamed in agony and pulled the steering wheel over, making us drive into a burrow on the side of the tree.
I hissed in pain. I didn’t have my seatbelt on and when we crashed, the force threw me into the front. I quickly looked over to Felix to see him passed out in front of the steering wheel. Using all the strength left in me, I pushed the passenger door open and climbed out. Only then did I notice the piece of glass sticking out of my thigh. I took a quick look and decided to leave it in, dreading the idea of bleeding to death. Ignoring the pain, I made a break towards the street and ran back towards London. I waved at the very first car I saw and started to cry in relieve, when I saw them pull over. And then, the first gun shot rung out.
I let myself fall to the floor, screaming when the piece of glass burrowed itself farther into my thigh. The door to the car’s backseat opened and someone yelled my name. I scrambled to my feet and ran to the door, ducking inside just quick enough to avoid another bullet. Before I could even close the door, the car sped away, by Felix, made a U-turn and drove back towards London. “Princess Abi?” The woman in the front passenger seat turned to me and I shot her a small smile. “Uh…yeah. I’m sorry I’m ruining your car seat.” The woman just shook her head and handed me a scarf. “Wrap this around your thigh above the wound. We’ll drive you to a hospital.” I sighed in relief. “Thank you so much.” The man, who sat in front of the wheel, shot me a smile through the rear-view mirror and after I wrapped the scarf around my thigh I leaned back and relaxed. I noticed the woman talking to someone on the phone just before I slipped into unconsciousness.
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what are your top 3 castle episodes in each season?
Hey, Anon. I’m sorry It took this long, but this is a longass post and it needed to be done with a lot of thought. Took me like 2 hoursto write. So first of all, how dare you make me choose. :P Loved writing itthough. Disclaimer: I love the dark anddangerous ones the best. But the equal serving of light-hearted moments is thereason this show, in my opinion, will forever be the best show on the planet tome. And that’s just my opinion, so no hate. I probably missed a lot of episodestbh.
Season 1 (Pilotseason. Changed the course of my life.)
EP-1: ‘Flowers forYour Grave’: For obvious reasons. I fell in love with the show from thefirst second. (Note: The line “You have no idea.” With that signatureKate Beckett lip-bite? I swooned.)
Tie between EP-4: ‘Hell Hath No Fury’: Castle reading “N-no one, will see my tears…” while thoroughly distracted byBeckett’s stunning appearance in that red-dress™ will never get old.
And EP-5: ‘A Chill Goes Through Her Veins’: Wesee Caskett playing house and building theory for the first time. CUTE™
EP-3: ‘Hedge FundHomeboys’: It’s the first time we see Kate Beckett take down a bad boy.
Season 2 (The onewith the line: “You smell like cherries.”)
Do the two-parters count as 1? Yes.
EP-17&18: ‘TickTick Tick…Boom!’: I loved the idea of a serial killer coming after thereal-life version of a fictional character. There were so many layers of guiltand emotion in this one.
EP-13: ‘SuckerPunch’: Our first real look intoBeckett’s mother’s case. And we get Beckett saying she would like Castle to bearound when she solves it. *heart eyes*
EP-12: ‘A RoseForever After’: The first time I shipped Castle with anyone other thanBeckett. Intense. (Note: Lanie shows herself to be theembodiment of the entire fandom with the line “Honeyy, just because youdon’t see what’s going on, doesn’t mean everyoneelse can’t see what’s going on!” and Stana’s improvised “Shuut upp!” gets me every time.)
Season 3 (MYFAVOURITE SEASON and the one where Beckett has the best hair)
There are so many on here I can’t choose. That’s why, in noparticular order:
EP-6: ‘3XK’: Thebeginning of a saga. This was a twist I did not see coming.
EP-13: ’Knockdown’:CASKETT KISS. CASKETT KISS. CASKETT KISS. Even if it wasn’t real, in the wordsof Castle: “That was amazing!”
EP-14: ‘Lucky Stiff’:Solely because we get to see Beckett drive a Ferrari (HOT) and go clubbingundercover. Martha (Castle’s mother) has a significant arc in this episode,loved that.
EP-21: ‘The DeadPool’: We get to see jealous writer Castle and Beckett thinking it’s oh sosweet. “From now on I’m a one writergirl.” *SQUEAL*
EP-16&17: ‘Setup’& ‘Countdown’: Castle andBeckett GO ROGUE FOR THE FIRST TIME. I SCREAMED.
EP-22: ‘To Love andDie in LA’: Rogue Beckett appears again, goes to LA, and Castle followswithout hesitation!! I love Rogue Beckett. She’s my favourite. So intense. Plus, this is when she finally realises she might be falling hard for this guy.AND we get to see Kate undercover in a swimsuit? HOT.
EP-24: ‘Knockout’:“I LOVE YOU, KATE.” (This episode also had the biggest twist everregarding her mother’s case. I gaped for ten minutes straight.)
(Honorary Mention: EP-5:‘Anatomy of a Murder’: A weird Grey’s parody but ended up being one of thesweetest cases, which included Castle’s mother confirming that Beckett was histrue love. LOL.)
Season 4 (SO MUCHANGST IN THIS SEASON. IT FELT TOXIC)
EP-1: ‘Rise’: Somany emotions. Castle’s the one who gets to be mad this time. Loved all thecryptic messages in their conversation on the swings. And the way he gets herto stop going down the rabbit hole again? Beautiful.
EP-9: ‘Killshot’:PTSD Kate Beckett was fascinating to watch. Stana Katic deserved an Emmy forher performance in this one.
EP-23: ‘Always’: “What do you want, Kate?” “You.” I DIED OKAY? I DIED. (This episode also hadROGUE BECKETT and HIGH EMOTIONS.)
(Honorary Mention: EP-21: ‘Headhunters’: It was fun to seeCastle flounder with an aggressive cop while Castle and Beckett silentlydrifted away just before the finale. In the end, Beckett comes through anywayand saves his sorry ass because she always has Castle-Man-child’s backapparently. Heart-warming.)
Season 5 (THEY’REFINALLY TOGETHER. YAY!)
EP-1: ‘After theStorm’: WE SEE BECKETT’S MOTHER’S KILLER. And more Rogue Beckett. Love thefact that she gave Bracken a scar across the face.
EP-5: ‘ProbableCause’: The return of 3XK. I love these episodes. They’re the ones with thebest writing. The ending though: “Youshot him. He’s dead. It’s over.” “…Fornow.”
EP-13: ‘Recoil’:Beckett finds herself protecting her mother’s killer. HA LOVED THAT, and thedeath glares she kept giving him the entire episode.
(Honorary mentions: EP-15&16: ‘Target’ & ’Hunt’: LIAM NEESON CASTLE FOR THE WIN,and Alexis is a badass in her own right.And EP-24: ‘Watershed’: “Katherine Houghton Beckett, will you marryme?” DIED DEAD. DID NOT SEE THAT COMING. SECOND HAPPY FINALE IN A ROW? I couldn’t believe it.)
Season 6 (I love but also feel kinda weird aboutthis one)
EP-9: ‘Disciple’:All the doppelganger victims and chaos turn out to be 3XK’s doing (kinda). KellyNeiman gave me chills. (Even though she spent the entire episode gushing aboutBeckett’s gorgeous face, I mean who wouldn’t?) “We’ll meet again. Don’t know where, don’tknow when.”
EP-17: ‘In the Belly of The Beast’: This isone of those episodes where Beckett is at her sharpest, and own her own. One ofmy all-time favourite episodes. The ending was unexpected; gave me chills.
EP-22: ‘Veritas’:SHE FINALLY CLOSES HER MOTHER’S CASE CAN YOU BELIEVE IT? IT WAS WAY TOOSATISFYING TO WATCH. ALSO, WHAT A TWIST THAT WAS. Poetic justice indeed. And of course, the entire episode is just ridden with Rogue Beckett moments, whichyou know I love.
(Honorary Mention:EP-7: ‘Like Father, Like Daughter’:An Alexis centric episode that I ABSOLUTELY loved. I’ve always regarded Castle’srelationship with his daughter as GOALS, so this one highlighted that, theintelligent side of Alexis, and Beckett’s insecurity- that was a great touch.Very real.)
Season 7 (Thelast season according to me)
EP-6: ‘The Time ofOur Lives’: Castle wakes up in a world where he never met Beckett and we get tosee her crush on him for a second time. CUTE™ and puts things into perspectivefor everyone. THEY’RE FINALLY MARRIED. YAY.
EP-14&15: ‘Resurrection’& ‘Reckoning’: 3XK and KellyNeiman are BACK AND BETTER THAN EVER. Too bad, Castle and Beckett beat them at their own game. EXTREME CASTLE ANDBADASS BECKETT IN ONE EPISODE. I WAS CRYING. 3XK finally goes down after like…4years. Amazing.
EP-23: ‘Hollander’sWoods’: This one just tied up the entire series in a bow. We got to seewhat made Beckett who she was, and this one shows Castle’s own can of worms. Ilike to think that this was the perfect ending to the show, but hey season 8was great too.
Season 8 (Theloopy one)
EP-1: ‘XY’: Thisone and the one after were both extremely wild rides from start to finish.CAPTAIN Beckett on the run is very intense to watch.
EP-12: ‘The BlameGame’: More like a psychological thriller. Exposes the different kind ofhumans and their thinking process. I loved seeing the roles Caskett played whenfaced with mortal danger without each other. They always seem to be wordlesslyin sync. I wish I had their beautiful brains too.
EP-22: ‘Crossfire’:Even though this was kind of a sloppy ending to Castle’s disappearance andLOKSAT and finally putting an end to Kate’s can of worms, the twists continuedto keep me on my toes. Plus, the Senator-Beckett-with-three-kids prediction came true and thatsatisfied me to no end.
The one thing I absolutely LOVED in season 8 was Alexisbeing a full grown competent adult with a brain just as sharp as her father’s.And the introduction of Hayley, who more or less SAVED the season with her wit.
(I wish this show never ended to be honest, but when theycancelled Stana for season 9, I knew I couldn’t watch anymore. I’m glad theynever got the chance to do that, with abc cancelling them and all.)
Okay enough of the past. I hope you watch their new stuff, anon! Jon Huertas (Esposito) is on the show This is Us, which is BEAUTIFUL and deserves an Emmy tbh. And now Stana Katic (Kate Beckett) is the lead in Absentia, which is on its way to becoming another one of my favorites. It’s very intense, and her acting is brilliant, obviously. Not to mention, Jon and Seamus Dever (Ryan) are now an actual musical duo (i always loved their bromance tbh) called shayjeanmusic! They’ll be releasing music soon! Nathan Fillion…well…he was in Cars 3! I don’t know what future plans he’s got though. I’d love to watch anything new of his too.
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***WARNING: SPOLIERS AND A SUPER SUPER LONG COMMENT!***
I loved this episode, it was an emotional roller coaster. Although this post is going to include thoughts on the whole series in general, mainly on Javier’s relationship with Kate and with David and Gabe too. Also just opinions of the characters individually. (It’s going to be a long post, sorry). The ending I got was Javier, Kate, Gabe and Conrad surviving (thank god) and David being bitten so Gabe has to shoot him to prevent him from turning. I chose to save Tripp in episode 4, therefore Ava came along with the group before she died, which was pretty much the only scene I didn’t like in this episode, it was very sudden and I think my game glitched so it cut some dialog or really small scenes so it was over very quickly.
It’s sad because I did like Ava and it was a hard decision on who to choose to be shot (when it came to that scene in ep 4, I didn’t choose either the first time and then ended Javi ended up getting shot lol, I DIDN’T WANT EITHER OF THEM TO BE KILLED AH and I was so shocked when Joan ended up killing the opposite person you wanted to save, such bullshit).
Anyway, on Kate and Javi’s relationship, when I started playing this season I was completely against the intimate/romantic relationship between them, every time some dialogue came up where you could flirt back with Kate, or kiss her or whatever, I didn’t choose those options and when it came to either rejecting her or sharing her feelings, I rejected her. She’s married to David, like you don’t go for your brothers wife? They’re brother and sister in law, bit incest? What about Gabe too? Bit weird for his uncle to start dating his farther’s wife? Plus I knew that David would NOT be happy when he found out, I kept rejecting her so David didn’t have any reason to want to fucking kill Javier and I always saw David’s good side so I wanted to be a good brother to him.
All that changed though when I watched a YouTuber’s Let’s Play of the episode. I don’t know, as soon as I saw them kiss I was just like yes. Instant support. Maybe it was Kate’s awkward confession, and her little excited, “oh my god! Really!?” reaction like she actually couldn’t believed Javi shared her feelings? Ahh it was just too cute. I went back and replayed the season, keeping all other choices the same expect the romance between them. It got me thinking, Javi and Kate have been on the road together for years, they thought David was dead, it was more than hinted that David was an abusive husband as well and Kate was really unhappy with him. They’ve been raising Marianna and Gabe all this time like they were practically their own children and have you seen the way the interact with each other? They have a great dynamic, Javi is so sarcastic, he’s got great banter and Kate can handle it and give it back, they’re always making each other laugh and smile and feel better and clearly they’re just way better suited for each other than Kate is with David. I chose the option for them to kiss after their reunion at the junkyard when I replayed and all Marianna says is “Gross.” Like she’s not at all bothered or angry her step mum is smooching her uncle? Because she can see how much they love and care for each other. Plus it’s a fucking zombie apocalypse, if you love someone, go for it, because you don’t know when your last moment will be with someone, no matter how fucked up the situation is, they were both really really happy in that moment at the junkyard and in the van, plus at the end of the episode too.
This brings me to David and Javi’s relationship. Apart from the Kate thing, I still tried to be a good brother to him, I took his hand after the fight when their dad died, I supported him in his decision to go to the army and promised to watch over Kate and and the kids. I hugged him in the quarantine cell, I stuck by all his plans (not to mention about Marianna & to stay and fight in Richmond, not siding with Kate), I even shot Joan for him. David was a fucking arsehole I admit that, but I did have a little soft spot for him, I always wanted him to redeem himself and for him to show the good person I believed he was inside, I get really attached to the characters, and I think the main way to enjoy the walking dead game is to not focus too much on the lack on character development with a few of the characters or the crappy pacing, even the bad dialogue selections sometimes. I try to put myself in each and everyone of the characters shoes and feel what they are feeling and try and understand.
So when it came to the scene when David found out about Javi and Kate’s relationship and started beating up Javi and was trying to kill him, I chose Javi to say “I love you” 3 times. The final “I love you brother” absolutely broke me. During this fight I was literally crying my eyes out, I could not stop crying, it was so intense and so emotional, it hurt me so much inside because Javi does love his brother and deep down, David loves Javier too. I started crying after the first “I love you”, because of David’s reaction to Javi saying that. He looked so shocked, like he couldn’t believe he heard that from him, which leads me to believe that was the first time Javier ever told David that he loved him. What makes it even more sad is that was the last time he ever said he loved him and also the last thing Javier ever said to David was “I love you brother”.
Other things that made me cry even harder during that scene, when Gabe rushed in to try to get his Dad to stop and David just hits him with the wrench. Like could you imagine your father doing that to you? Especially how much Gabe respected and loved his Dad, Gabe stuck up for David and was on his side throughout the whole season, and then to have everything you thought about your Dad to be proven wrong? After all that, he still chose to go with David because he is his Dad. He is family, he is blood. It’s heartbreaking. Also the little notification that you get if you choose to say I love you three times “you kept your promise to be a good brother”, like holy fuck shit. There I go, I was already broken in half, now I’m broken into quarters. Fuck my life, I was emotionally unstable.
I know a lot of people hate Gabe, just like they hated Duck in season 1 and I just don’t understand why? For both of them. Duck was just a special little boy, he didn’t understand everything was going on, in my opinion I think he had some sort of mental disability, or he was just really dumb who knows. But he was just a little kid, who talked too much and made bad decisions but how was he supposed to know what would happen? Being so young, so naive, he was such an energetic optimistic boy, ignorance is bliss they say right?
Anyway, enough about Duck, back to Gabe. Gabe was 14 years old, he was growing up and going through a really tough time, he has to deal with puberty, hormones, mood swings, testosterone levels are soaring, he wants to grow up. He doesn’t want to a little kid anymore. But the thing is he doesn’t know how. And imagine how hard it would be in a zombie apocalypse to do that. He thinks he’s saying and doing the right thing but he’s not, he wants to prove himself capable, he wants to prove that he’s smart and he can fight and protect himself and protect others, he believes he can. No one else does and so obviously that makes him frustrated that no one will take him seriously. It’s especially hard for him because his role models are Javier and David, two badass, lean mean fighting machines. He wants to be like them and he wants to be like them now but he can’t. Bless Gabe. He was an annoying little shit yeah but he’s a good annoying little shit. It’s all about seeing things from his point of view, imagining if you were him.
Which leads me to Gabe and Clem’s relationship. Disregarding the crush they both have on each other for a second, pretend that doesn’t exist. I love Clem and Gabe’s relationship. Oh my god, how can you not? I’m sorry but how long has Clem gone without a friend her age? Since fucking forever that’s how long. The only kids she’s ever been with is Duck and Sara throughout the entire series. Clem has been through so much shit, she’s been through hell, she’s lost Lee, Kenny, Luke, AJ, all the most important people to her throughout the series, she’s the toughest little girl in the world, she was forced to grow up so much quicker than she had to. Lee taught her to shoot a gun at 8 years old okay. She’s more intelligent and strong and brave and mature than anyone ever has to be at 14 years old, if it weren’t for her appearance you would think Clementine was a fully grown adult. She raised AJ, a toddler, thought of herself as a mother, a real mother to AJ and she’s just still a kid herself.
This is why I fully support her friendship with Gabe, in the van and they were playing euchre together, Clem just got to be a normal teenage girl for a couple of minutes having fun and joking with a teenage boy. Like Kate said it’s just so normal? It’s nice to see, and I can’t remember who said this in the game but “life doesn’t mean much without people you can relate to”, Clem and Gabe relate to each other, they’re in the same boat, Clem understands Gabe and makes him feel better as Gabe does with Clem. I’m sure all of us know how it feels not to be understood and when someone comes a long and shows you that they do understand it’s a relief.
Back to the crushing part between the two, it’s again NORMAL AND FUCKING CUTE! It’s a little harmless crush, of course they’re going to have a crush on each other, it’s the first teen girl Gabe has ever seen since the outbreak, and Clem is really pretty and nice, of course Gabe is going to have a crush on her. It made me smile at the end when Javi was like to Clementine “you know the guy has a crush on you right” and he was all like “oh my gosh you have a crush on him too!!” and then Clem got all embarrassed and flustered and exclaimed “I DO NOT!”, again this is so funny and just adds a bit of lightheartedness and normalcy to the game, yes they’re in the middle of a zombie apocalypse but characters get to be happy once in a while and just pretend that world hasn’t gone to hell. All in all, loved the season, especially loved this episode! Phew what a rant, you have reached the end, props if you read all of it.
#from the gallows#telltale walking dead#season 3 episode 5#TWDG#twd spoilers#the walking dead game#telltale the walking dead#walking dead game#twdg spoilers#twdg s3#twdg javier#twdg clementine
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1 - Who was the last person you texted?
Rowan
2 - When is your birthday?
May 20th
3 - Who do you want to be with right now?
Sigh.. a lot of people. How about I give you a number? I have at least twothat I want to be with right now.
4 - What sports do you play?
I bike around campus, and I used to play tennis. I’m going to play badmintonnext semester with friends so hopefully that will be fun!
5 - Who is the first person in your contacts?
~Fear Me~ Meow (Tori); however, if you’re discounting strange usernames,then it’s actually Aaron.
6 - What is your favorite song as of the moment?
Gosh, I can’t really give you a song so much as an entire OST of Transistor,the game. But if you want a legitimate song, I have to say.. Andie Isalie’scover of unfucktheworld à https://youtu.be/8HpL-Q-_OWo
It’s probably going to be an all-time favorite, it hasn’t gotten old for meafter listening to it over a thousand times.
7 - If you werestranded on an island, who do you wish to be with?
Uh.. no one? I would just give up and die.
8 - What do you feel right now?
Awful. The worst of depression ever. It’s an effort to do anything, and ittook almost everything to not miss the service event this morning. I’ve criedthree times today already, and three last night.. I think it’s just acombination of stress and friends leaving and fear of being alone like it wasin high school.
9 - What chocolate is your favorite?
70-80% chocolate is the best. Also, drinkable chocolate at around 50-70% isalso legit.
10 - How many boyfriends/girlfriends did you have?
Four.
11 - Why did you create a Tumblr account?
In the very beginning, it was because my friend told me to and basicallysaid it was the best thing ever and also I was gradually delving into thedoctor who fandom. But that quickly turned into memes, and one of my pastusernames, lgchinadragon, are forever immortalized in one of the memes.
12 - Who is your favorite blogger?
*checks tumblr crushes* looks like it’s @tingletanglebob and @emospaceboytied at 13% lol but if I want to be honest, @a-dragon-from-space also has topquality content that I love too :3
13 - Where do you want to be right now?
Illinois, although I would be a popsicle tbh. Maybe the core of the sun.That’s cool too.
14 - What do you want to be in the future?
A doctor/researcher that animates/draws/musics during their free time
15 - When was the last time you cried? Why?
5 minutes ago, because I’m fucking depressed and I need a hug.
16 - Are you happy?
Bruh
17 - Who do you miss?
Many people.. My grandpa, my past friends.. now that I say it outloud, Iguess, it’s not that much… just people with a whole lot of worth to me.
18 - If you were given a chance, would you like to have a different life?
Hmm.. Yes. But, a lot of things would be rather similar. Just small changes.
19 - What was the best thing you were given?
Snerkt I could go one way with this, but hugs and cuddles are the bestthings ever given to me.
20 - Who was the last person who called you?
My mom.
21 - What is your favorite dish?
Dry-style stir-fried pork intestines.. Uh, not sure if that was a very goodtranslation of what I was trying to say, but yeah. Sounds disgusting, but it isthe best thing ever. Also my mom’s whole fish dish.
22 - Who is your best friend?
I don’t know anymore. They’re best friends to me, but I’m probably not tothem anymore.
23 - What is your biggest regret?
Getting angry at Aaron. Getting angry at people I love in general… I alwaysregret whatever I do when that happens.
24 - Have you ever cheated on your partner?
Hell naw, that’s kind of hard when you don’t have one lmao
25 - Who do you spend crazy moments with?
Define crazy. I haven’t had that many crazy moments in my life, so, no oneyet?
26 - Name someone pretty.
@emospaceboy
27 - Who was the last person you hugged?
My mom
28 - What kind of music do you listen to?
Instrumental, game soundtracks, lo-fi techno thing I can’t describe but inlove with a ghost style, rock, j-pop, theme songs, dodie and andie stuff, technoswing, artists like kate nash and sara bareilles, and generally ‘soft’ stuff
29 - Are you over your past?
Maybe. No. No, I don’t think so yet. Maybe one day. I can’t forgive myselfyet.
30 - Who is the last person in your contacts?
Zoha.. hmm, I haven’t talked to her in a long while. She’s probably partying24/7..
31 - What kind of person do you want to date?
Someone that understands me, and will be by my side whenever I need them,and will need me just as much.
32 - Do you have trouble sleeping at night?
Sometimes.
33 - From whom was the last text message you received?
My mom.
34 - What do you prefer, jeans or skirt?
Jeans, all the way. I hate wearing skirts, or dresses for that matter.
35 - How’s your heart?
Dying. Painful. Bleeding. I’m wrapping it up in gauze and hope that no onecan hear it screaming.
36 - Did you ever have a girlfriend/boyfriend whose name starts with a “J”?
Nope! At least, not yet. Who knows.. (I say that as if I will ever have ashot at getting one)
37 - Do you like someone as of the moment?
Yeah man, I like all of my friendos in college and here too!
38 - What would you want to say to your latest ex-boyfriend/ex-girlfriend?
Nothing? Uh.. maybe something like, “How’s it going? Want to hang outsometime this summer?” We’re on pretty good terms, I think.
39 - Do you have any phobias?
My main fear is abandonment. Yeah, I’m not scared of spiders or snakes oranything of that sort.
40 - Did you try to change for a person?
Yeah, all the time. If I didn’t, I would be a cold hard ass all the timetbh.
41 - What’s the nicest thing have you given to someone?
Hmm, my drawings? Maybe my handmade birthday cards.. The definition of ‘nicest’is very vague, and I don’t know if you mean it as ‘expensive’ or how mucheffort I put into it myself.
42 - Would you go back to your previous relationship?
Honestly, yes.. Wait I was thinking of the wrong one.. nope, not at all.
43 - Are you in a good or bad mood?
Have you been reading, my dude?
44 - Name someone you can’t live without.
My parents
45 - Describe your dream date.
HMMM, it would be like an entire day of going to strange places, exploringmaybe, grabbing lunch at a quaint café, and then going to this one chocolateshop that has drinkable chocolate and is absolutely delicious, and thenwatching favorite shows cuddling, and then maybe go and drive out to see stars ifthe weather is nice. And holding hands. I like holding hands.
46 - Describe your dream wedding.
I actually don’t want a ton of people? I not fond of social gatherings andthe thought of a formal wedding kind of scares me.
47 - How many roses did you receive last Valentine’s?
zilchhhh
48 - Have you ever been kissed?
yep
49 - How long is your longest relationship?
A year? Year and a half? Around that time, I think
50 - Do you regret your past?
Yes.
51 - Can you do something stupid for someone else?
Depends on how much they mean to me.
52 - Have you ever cried over someone?
I have.
53 - Do you have a grudge against anyone?
Yeah. Myselfff
54 - Are you a crybaby?
Usually, not.. but I will cry during movies and tv shows like StevenUniverse for sure
55 - Do people praise you for your looks?
Uh, I guess���.
56 - Did you fall for someone you shouldn’t?
So many times..
57 - Have you ever done something bad but you don’t regret?
What’s your definition of bad here? The worst thing for me is torrenting Isuppose, I don’t regret that.
58 - Do you like getting hurt?
Hurt, like physically hurt, like falling? I don’t really mind that.Emotionally hurt, hell naw. I mean we get kind of masochistic because I goinsane but yeah, in general, no.
59 - Does anyone hate you?
Probably. Yes. Actually, yes. I can think of one person.
60 - Did you slap anyone whose name starts with an “R”?
Bruh, I have never ever slapped anyone.
61 - What hair color do you prefer?
Auburn is a beautiful color.
62 - If you can change anything about yourself, what is it?
I want to be slightly taller and lose some weight.
63 - Do you love someone as of the moment?
Yeah man.
64 - Have you ever thought of killing yourself?
More than a thousand times.
65 - Do you have issues with somebody in your school?
Sure.
66 - Can you live without internet?
If I can still listen to music, then yes.
67 - What’s the song that remind you of your special someone?
There’s a lot, but Grey or Blue by Jaymay is one of them.
68 - Are you good at holding back your tears?
Sometimes, yes.
69 - Are you a crybaby?
Please see question 54.
70 - Have you ever experienced being hysterical?
All the time yoo
71 - Are you a KPOP fan?
Nah, more of a J-pop mainly because I am a lot more familiar with Japanesethan Korean.
72 - Do you study hard?
Yes.
73 - Have you ever sacrificed something important to you for someone youlove?
Yes.
74 - Did you ever had a kiss under the moonlight?
Nope, but maybe one day? Who knows.
75 - Have you ever ridden a boat?
Yes! I don’t get seasick :D
76 - Did you have an accident last year?
Car accident? Nope.
77 - What kind of person are you?
Hmm, I’m like a turtle. I’ll open up to you eventually, unless I approachyou first; then I’m pretty open from the start, and sometimes I drive offpeople because I’m way too blunt or get too close or something, idk.. I’m anice person in general, I’ll do you a favor if you ask politely.
78 - Have you ever thought of killing someone?
Yep.
79 - Have you ever been jealous?
How could I not?
80 - How can you prove your love to someone?
Gifts, kisses, cuddles, sticking around with them.
81 - What are you thinking right now?
Whether I should eat or nap.
82 - Who is the 6th person in your contacts?
Ayah. Huh, haven’t talked to her since college started either.
83 - Do you have any memories you want to erase?
Um, yeah, but it seems they’re erasing themselves more than I want to and Ihave a hard time recounting things in general if they’re a year or older.
84 - Have you been hurt so bad that you can’t find words to explain how youfeel?
Yes.
85 - Did you ever badmouth someone?
My roommate, all the time. (sorry bro, you seem like a nice person but likehygiene and cleanliness man, comon)
86 - Have you ever had an argument with someone?
Yeah
87 - Do you have trust issues?
HELL YEAH
88 - Are you broken-hearted?
Right now? I suppose.
89 - Who’s the person who first comes to your mind when someone mentions“love”?
Rowan. Hmm…
90 - Do you think all the pain is worth it?
Worth it, for life? Worth what? Pain is only worth it for people that meanthe world to me, and for people that I have obligations to.
91 - Do you believe in the phrase “If it’s meant to be, it will be”?
Yes. But I also believe that that phrase doesn’t happen all the time andsometimes people need to work to get to it.
92 - Who do you want to marry?
My dude, I haven’t thought that far in life yet. Honestly I think I woulddie an old hermit.
93 - Do you believe in destiny?
No. Uh.. yes.. kinda..
94 - Have you ever thought “I already found my soulmate”?
Yes.
95 - How do you look right now?
White, blue-striped flannel with red thin lines, black dress pants, flipflops and socks, glasses, short straight hair down to my jaw, a black and redwatch on my left wrist.
96 - Do you believe that first true love never dies?
I don’t know.. I carry a lot of feelings with me, so I guess not for me.
97 - Have you found your true love?
Maybe? Probably not.
98 - What should you be doing right now?
Writing and researching a paper on Chinese healthcare. Unfortunately, it’sridiculously hard because the Chinese government isn’t as open as othercountries’ would be.
99 - Name one of your ex-boyfriends/ex-girlfriends.
Victoria.
100 - Did you ever feel like you’re not good enough?
All the time, 24/7, woot woot
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Bride to Be Diaries: The Tinder Brides Wedding Party!
Good morning everyone!
Time for your second instalment from the gorgeous Tinder Bride, and its time to be introduced to the girlie contingency of her wedding party!
Hello Cwtchers!
I hope that you have all been keeping well since I did my last Tinder Bride post!
I think most girls in their lives have been asked or have thought to themselves ‘If I ever get married, I would ask so and so to be my bridesmaid or part of my wedding’. I can actually remember having hypothetical questions growing up with my girlfriends. Although for me it was simple when the hypothetical became reality it was also a very hard as I didn’t want to leave anyone out.
I do not want to come across bigheaded or arrogant but I genuinely feel that I am a very lucky lady and I thank God every day for blessing me with not only an incredible family but also an amazing group of friends. Coming from a Welsh/Arab background, I have a large and very close family filled with two fab sisters, three gorgeous nieces and two lovely sisters-in-laws who are all involved and so supportive along with my mother and mother in law to be. My friends derive from various walks of life and I genuinely didn’t want to let anyone down. However I had to draw the line somewhere and decided on having 2 maids of honour, 6 bridesmaids and 2 flower girls. I’m sure there has and will be some negative mutters or expressed views away from our ear shots about how our wedding is big and/or too expensive but it is our beautiful big day and Tom and I wouldn’t have it any other way!
From my perspective I couldn’t envisage my wedding day without my two sisters and three nieces by my side; it was not even something I would even contemplate. I am the middle of two sisters (5 siblings in total!) and we have an incredible bond. It was therefore an easy decision to ask each sister to be my maids of honour. Rema is my big sis and the rock of the family. She is the sibling who everyone goes to and I always turn to her as I trust her opinion as being on the same par as that of my Mother’s. Rema is the type of sister who doesn’t like a great fuss or the limelight but I’m making sure she encompasses her main role on my big day and she feels like the special sister she is to me. Rema says ‘To be asked to be my sister’s maid of honour is a huge privilege. I was so emotional when I was asked as the gift they gave me to ask was so personal and thoughtful. In Tom she has found the perfect person who is loved by the whole family – they are perfect together. I am so looking forward to seeing my beautiful sister marry her prince charming’. Sariyia is little sis and the youngest sibling; she is also the most famous non-famous person I know! She loves being the centre of attention and we love her for being like that. She truly is unique and I love her and all of her ideas to date! Both sisters have an amazing bond with my fiancée Tom. In fact when they are all together it’s like they are the three sisters! ‘When I was called by JOM to tell me they were engaged, I sobbed uncontrollably; together with the rest of the family we are ecstatic. I cannot wait for the wedding of the decade and I am so honoured to be their MOH. Jenine will look beautiful but I will definitely be better looking still!haha!’.
Aleah is the eldest of the grandchildren and I became an aunty when I was 14; we have always had a special relationship as I do with each of my five nieces and nephews especially as I have been such a big part of their lives as they have been in mine. Tom is adored by them and they adore him too. Aleah is going to be a bridesmaid along with her sister Farah who will be 14 when we wed. To think of these two in their bridesmaid dresses makes me feel very emotional. Aleah says ‘I was so grateful to be asked to be a Bridesmaid on my Aunty’s special day; it is a day we are all waiting and looking forward to. Jenine has always been there for me and she could not have found a better husband and Uncle in Tom’. Farah’s thoughts are: ‘When Jenine asked me to be her Bridesmaid, I wanted to cry with happiness as I always wanted to be a Bridesmaid and I keep counting down to the big day; it is even more of a dream come true as my Aunty is so special to me. I especially loved the bridesmaid gift they gave me which I will treasure forever’.
Gabriella is who we refer to in the Abdo Family as Princess Abdo – she is the little apple of everyone’s eye. Although she is 5, she constantly looks online for flower girl dresses and matching shoes which is so very cute. She once told Uncle Tom that she found a dress which ‘only cost 50pence and that she and Holly-Mae would love to wear it’ it was in reality £500! Gabby ironically was the main reason I chose my wedding dress but I’ll talk about that more another time. Holly-Mae is 2 years old and is also our flower girl. Being the eldest and currently only grandchild on the Sulley side it will be lovely for my fiancé’s family as she is understandably adored by them all.
I know that Tom is so happy to have his niece involved and for me having Gabby and Holly-Mae holding hands together walking down the aisle will not only epitimise ultimate cuteness but also will personify and will symbolise our families coming together. I just pray they don’t get stage fright!
Although I could have kept my bridal party at just family, I couldn’t not have my best friends by my side either. Kate is a friend who I first met playing netball at the age of 10 years old. We were marking each other on the netball pitch. This game should have been the battle of the best- the battle of rival Primary Schools – instead we bonded sisters from other misters growing up together and even our sisters are the best of friends. Kate is currently a teacher at an international school and I can’t wait to have her back home this summer!
‘Over the years Jenine has definitely earned the title of my sister from another mister. We have been there for each other through the best and worst times and I am so excited to be a part of what will be one of the most important days in her life. Being Jenine’s bridesmaid is a massive privilege and I can’t wait to see her looking amazingly beautiful walking down the aisle to marry the man she loves and luckily for him we approve. Jenine and Tom deserve to have the best day and I look forward to having a role in making that happen. I promise to be caring, attentive and I will NOT turn up hung over to anymore official bridesmaid duties unlike when I had my bridesmaid dress fitting!
Rachael – I first met Rachael when we sat at our High school induction day. We both turned around to each other and acknowledged our checked trousers which were both wearing! Our friendship began in the Howell’s School sports hall and has seen us through to living together in London and back home again. Rachael is such a thoughtful and kind person who shares my love of RnB music, comedy, pizza and nacho Saturday loving winter nights in watching Strictly and the Xfactor like no other!
‘Jenine is probably the most organized bride I have come across and I love hearing all the plans she has got for the wedding! We have been friends for over 20 years so I am excited and honoured to be part of the big day and I cannot wait to see everything come together’.
Claire – my real life Barbie doll! I not only went to high school with Clairey but also ended up very randomly at the same university. We have shared so much together whilst sharing two sets of different friendship groups due to school and uni which in turn means we are part of a ridiculous amount of WhatsApp groups. My fiancé is basically the male version of Claire – always happy, positive, fun and annoying early morning people. ‘
I’ll never forget the overwhelming feeling of happiness when reading a poem written to me about our blossoming friendship over the years and asking me to be her bridesmaid. It is safe to say that I welled up. To be part of your friend’s big day is so special and I am so privileged to be by her side when she says I do’.
Helen – I have known Hel since my high school days too right through to living in Wimbledon together with Rach. Helen is my straight talking, quirky and inspirational friend of mine. Hel is not only an amazing science teacher, cook and baker, but such a fab mother to Harrison and wife to be this August! I am so proud to be in turn Helen’s bridesmaid this year and having shared the experience of being engaged and organising a wedding with her.
‘Every girl has a different idea of how her wedding day should be, but what unites every woman is the desire to be surrounded by their best girlfriends leading up to and on that day. He role of a bridesmaid is truly an honour and I am so excited to have Jenine by my side at my wedding this August and to be able to reverse that next September when I am one of her bridesmaids. Our friendship has always been extremely strong and full of love; to be able to support each other and share the fun and laughter throughout the intimate stages of planning a wedding takes that bond to the next level – bring it on!!’
Then we have three amazing ladies giving readings. Bonnie is one of my best friends who I met when in high school and I was Bonnie’s bridesmaid in 2014; Bonnie is one of the kindest and funniest people I know, as well as being the most caring and best Dr ever!
Caitlin is my Twinny – fellow Solicitor who I met before we qualified at work. We soon realized we shared a love for football and also our Birthdays hence the nickname! We also have Tom’s girl best friend Kelly. Kelly has been so warm and welcoming since Tom and I met and it was fab knowing Tom had such a close girl-friend as it resonated with myself having close boy-friends too!
That’s my female entourage..keep watch for the introduction to the male party in due course..!
Disclaimer: Please note I did not bribe the above mentioned people for their overwhelmingly kind comments – thank you xxx
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(A/N) Hey there! I just wanted to pop in and say thank you for all your support and comments on this series! We’re pretty far, but not nearly done! So, thank you very much, for everything!
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Pairing: Tom Hiddleston x Royal!Female! Reader
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When I walked in the room, all eyes were on me, and I couldn’t keep the smirk off my face. I strolled up to Will and Harry, who stood in one corner, together with Kate and Meghan. All but Meg looked at me in complete shock. “You. Look amazing!” The ex-actress hugged me and grinned at me. “Thank you.” I turned to the boys and Kate and looked at them, waiting for a reaction. “They are gong to kill you.” “Yup, you’re so dead.” “She is coming.” I turned around, right in time to see a very angry Camilla take the last few steps towards me. “This! Is not the dress I picked out!” She pointed at the dress as if it’d just killed someone. Probably her honour. “So? I didn’t like the one you picked. And since I have the feeling that you’re taking way too much control over my life right now, I decided to take some of that control back.” I shot her a smirk and turned around, walking towards the other side of the room, where Eileen stood, trying to keep her grin at bay. I laughed at her face. “She’s angry, huh?” “She sure is.” We shared a look, before both of us started laughing. “Who cares?” Eileen pointed at my grandma and I sighed. “She is one of the last ones I’d want to disappoint.” I looked at her and saw her pursing her lips as she caught my eye. “And from the look she just gave me, I apparently have.” Her head maid quickly walked towards us. “Her Majesty would like to speak with you. In private.” I looked at Eileen and she nodded me encouragingly. I followed the maid, who lead me into one of the side rooms, where my granny was sitting on one of the couches.
The maid bowed her head, before she left the room and closed the door behind herself. “Take a seat.” I followed her orders and sat opposite from her. “Would you like to explain why you’re looking like that?” I thought for some time, then I decided to just tell her the whole thing. It was like a dam had opened and all the bottled up feelings finally were able to get out. Before I knew it, I was rambling about the last few weeks, and I could feel the tears burning behind my eyes.
“Is your make-up waterproof?” She interrupted me and I stared at her dumbfounded. “What?” “Is your make-up waterproof?” She repeated, but that didn’t answer my questions. “Y-Yeah, but why?” “It’d be a shame if you ruined it by crying. It does look beautiful.” I chuckled and looked at her. “Thank you.” She smiled at me and stood up. “Anytime, dear. And don’t worry about Felix. I’ll make sure that he’ll be your bodyguard again.” At those news, I jumped up from my seat and threw my arms around her neck. “Thank you!” She chuckled and hugged me back.
She then carefully wiped the lonely tear that escaped my eye away, before she smiled at me. “Let’s go.” She linked our arms and together we walked outside. For the second time that evening, everyone stared at me. But this time, I didn’t have a self-righteous smirk on my face. Instead I smiled. A real smile.
After I accompanied the Queen to her seat, I walked to my own, which was positioned next to Meg and opposite of Kate and Will. On the other side of me, sat a boy that seemed familiar, but I couldn’t quite say who he was. So, I concentrated on Meg and Kate during the dinner and simply ignored Camilla, who tried to kill me with her looks. I was having a good time, until the boy next to me said hello.
“Hi, I don’t know if you remember me, I’m Michael.” He offered me his hand and I quickly shook it. “I’m sorry, but no, I don’t remember you. I’m Abi.” He laughed quietly and shook his head. “I know.” Then he turned to his other neighbour and talked to him, while I talked to Meg.
After dinner, we moved to another room. Couches stood everywhere, and everyone was drinking and chatting. I moved through the crowd, until I reached Will and Harry. “Hey there.” I smiled at them and they returned it. “Where are Kate and Meg?” The two shrugged and I laughed. I quickly caught one of the butlers and took a glass filled with whiskey off his tray. “Thanks.” He smiled at me, before he continued on his way through the room. I leaned against the wall, next to Will and observed the people in the room. They stood and sat together in small groups and laughed or just chatted. My eyes roamed around the room, until they caught Michael’s. He smiled and waved at me, before he stood up and started to make his way to us. I wanted to turn to Will and quickly ask him if he knew the man, but Michael was too quick and soon stood before me. “Hey Abi.” I smiled, but didn’t answer. “So, I was wondering if you were going to attend the ball next week?” He leaned next to me and gently smiled. “What ball?” I turned to him and raised an eyebrow. “Oh, you don’t know? There is going to be a big ball next week. A lot of people are going to come.” “Oh.” My eyes moved around the room until they found Camilla, who was talking to her husband and glancing at Michael and me from time to time. I rolled my eyes and turned to the man. “I didn’t know about that. But, I’ll probably attend, well, have to attend.” He chuckled and I couldn’t keep a smile from forming on my face. “Well, would you attend with me? I mean, as my partner?” I could see the hope in his eyes and felt the shock in my bones. I glanced at Camilla, who was staring at me and Michael and suddenly, it all clicked together. Michael sitting next to me, Camilla always looking at the two of us, him asking me to the ball. Camilla was playing hooker. I rolled my eyes and looked back at Michael. “I-I don’t know yet.” He smiled and nodded. “Sure, here’s my number, just call or text me, when you know.” I took the card from him and smiled at him. “Okay.” He nodded again and slowly walked away from me.
I immediately turned to my adoptive brothers, who were trying to keep their laughing to minimum. “Did you two know about the ball?” They shook their head and kept laughing. “You are idiots.” I turned away and walked straight through the room. At first, I wanted to go to Camilla and ask her what she is plotting, but then I decided against it and walked out of the room.
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